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Imagine a flock of large pintails Franticly fighting the air! Defying the force of gravity . . . Airborne with no time to spare! As we inspected our hunting site Just after seasons ending, We happened upon an awesome sight As the days last sun rays were pending. There must have been at least two hundred Spread out on that shallow flat, A solid mass of feathers and down-- Peaceful and silent they sat. With spontaneous synchronization They launched themselves forcefully, Stirring the air with a mighty flutter-- Ascending so gracefully! They circled and banked incessantly-- Such artistry and precision! Wingtip to wingtip...packed so tightly, Each turn, a group decision! They seemed to sense they had naught To fear as we silently admired Their multicolors of browns And whites--so regally they, attired! Instincts informed them the season was closed-- And no one could be harming them. And then, thought I, what an awesome thing, To be capturing this on film! It's something you want to share with someone-- A sight you won't soon forget! Not having a camera to capture it-- Is something I'll always regret! That scene, forever, will be in my mind, I will recall it, I trust. When I do I'll always be grateful . . . God wanting to share it with us! BACK |
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