A Cormorant
It moves slowly, its breadth
opens up,
then comes the flapping
and beating of wings,
out of the fog bank,
an escapee from imprisonment,
a release from mist,
and it settles on a rotting post
in the middle of the salt marsh.
A cormorant.
for De’s Quadrille “Wings” at dVerse Poets. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is mine created using AI MidJourney.
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Lovely, Misky. We, too, have a nature preserve within walking distance. Birds of all sort love the pond there.
Hope you’re doing well. 🌹
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Glad to hear that! 🤗
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Thank you, De.
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Thanks!
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Cormorants are fascinating, but also a bit scary
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I always think of Dracula’s cap when they spread their wings to dry.
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Fishermen around here take their fishing very seriously and consider them a threat to fish populations 😦
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It's Still Life 
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