Oiseau Noir
Northern Louisiana again. The time is summer--late summer. The heat fills the air like a smoke machine with a broken valve. It doesn't bother me. I'm used to taking a little heat.
The clouds swirl above the lake as the naive vacationers get the boat ready. A kingbird squeaks to announce the end of the world, but no one hears him. He doesn't quite have the eloquence of a good shot to the eye. As the drops begin to fall and the boat keys are still AWOL, the day at the lake stares death in the face.
Cattle Egrets and cows, Great Egrets and great times. A little soaking downpour can't keep us from enjoying the fresh air. When we get home, there might be a flicker or two waiting for us on the side of the road. If we make it that far. There were a hundred vultures hovering over one spot on the way here.
The clouds swirl above the lake as the naive vacationers get the boat ready. A kingbird squeaks to announce the end of the world, but no one hears him. He doesn't quite have the eloquence of a good shot to the eye. As the drops begin to fall and the boat keys are still AWOL, the day at the lake stares death in the face.
Cattle Egrets and cows, Great Egrets and great times. A little soaking downpour can't keep us from enjoying the fresh air. When we get home, there might be a flicker or two waiting for us on the side of the road. If we make it that far. There were a hundred vultures hovering over one spot on the way here.
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