Four crows try in vain to corral a kestrel, passĀ east to west at eye level
outside my window,
far above frozen ground — pure white with this year’s first hoar frost.
. . . . .
Susan Powers Bourne
Four crows try in vain to corral a kestrel, passĀ east to west at eye level
outside my window,
far above frozen ground — pure white with this year’s first hoar frost.
. . . . .
Susan Powers Bourne