Thing is, I was standing there at the end of Falner's Drive,
eyeing the lope of wires as they swept from one telephone pole
to the next, down round the bend of the rutted dirt road,
while the cool April morning breeze shivered up my sleeves-
til , just standing there , enjoying the subtle wild burgundy branches
and cool new spring hints of green , coming to life,
I did overstay my visit, and did dislodge a mating pair of large Redwing Hawks ,
who had been perched upon the telephone pole together,
in contented equanimity , but all because of me,
got all disturbed and took off, one after the other,
soft white underbellies gleaming in the morning sun-
red tails flashing,
to continue their quiet breakfast ,
and that bit of spring raptor romance.
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