Perhaps it is the constant news,
each day a different page,
that I close the book

to watch the Killdeer herd
their brood of errant children—
one always lost. Hatched

on the run, they learn all
the words they will need,
corralled beneath spread wings,

in a few short minutes
until one or two escape
in different directions

to go exploring the forests
of dry and brittle grasses.
It takes two to keep four together:

she to hold the bunch
while he makes circles
leading the last stray home.


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