Hay Flats
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When the Long-tails come, they come Crawling out from the curvature of the earth Emerging from the heat shimmer formed By a lake warmer than this new northern air They travel, in dense, low lines Towards Superior’s south shore Towards me, standing there They’re not long departed from the tundra: One flight; two flights; maybe …
The Snowies are coming: dismay, when there should be delight. The first Snowy I saw this season was on his first migration. He was hatched on the tundra earlier this summer, he made the harrowing Lake Superior crossing, and he also broke my heart, in a way. As the season’s vanguard, he attracted quite …