Wednesday, October 2, 2013

End O'Day in the Catalina Foothills

















I listened to the thrasher’s call
I heard coyotes sing
As the sun went down and the cactus glowed
And Gambel’s Quail took wing,
In the Catalina Foothills
When daylight fades to night
The birds and I—we are Wild Things
Dancing in golden light.


~kathie adams brown (October 2, 2013)

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