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The Lone Eagle

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Porch, Eagle, Binoculars

The old man sat in the old wooden rocker on his back porch all afternoon.  His friends used to call him Red, due to the hair that used to grace the top of his head.  It was mostly gone now, and what was left sure wasn’t red anymore.  The friends were gone too, but he hardly cared about that.   Red had a great backyard; it oversaw a small lake and part of a mountain range.  Tango, North Dakota.   About as far north in the USA as you can get without coming south again, he used to joke.   You could hold a camera up out here and take a perfect picture without ever looking in the viewfinder. Read the rest of this entry

By the Light of the Silvery Moon

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Moon, Porous, Copse

Dense fog winds its way around and between evergreen treetops.  At ground level a little rabbit nibbles green clover, sweet and wet with dew.  He watches and listens for trouble, the fog making it difficult to tell where each noise comes from.  Not being able to see magnifies the danger, each sense is at attention and his nerves are jumpy.

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