Along the edge of Fair Oaks Park runs a spillway that has become a stream with its own habitat: a snowy egret wades hip-deep seeking fish or amphibians, its curved neck like a hunter’s arm poised with a spear at the ready.
Poems by Jason M. Harlow
Along the edge of Fair Oaks Park runs a spillway that has become a stream with its own habitat: a snowy egret wades hip-deep seeking fish or amphibians, its curved neck like a hunter’s arm poised with a spear at the ready.
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