View From My Window
At Night Between Reed and Wind
I sigh between the reed and wind.
The night forgot to call me again,
it moans through the flower vines.
A pelican flocks to the shore
of Hat River, and I watch as it bends
forward to drink with its long neck.
It is hard to bird watch at night,
but that is when they are the most
active;
you don't really think they sleep
all night, do you?
This is where they go when night
comes,
this is where they go to be alone.
The night forgot to call me again,
it moans through the flower vines.
A pelican flocks to the shore
of Hat River, and I watch as it bends
forward to drink with its long neck.
It is hard to bird watch at night,
but that is when they are the most
active;
you don't really think they sleep
all night, do you?
This is where they go when night
comes,
this is where they go to be alone.
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At Night Between Reed and Wind
At Night Between Reed and Wind
