#121 In Corrales, Totem Ranch by Judy Fitzpatrik

After the rooster disappeared, the doves refused breakfast.  Lined up along the wire they watched me scatter scratch in a sweeping figure eight.  Their eyes followed the swing of my hand.  In each small throat a coo waits.  Without the rooster’s crow, there is reason to invite quiet. In the back garden, moonflower seeds have … More #121 In Corrales, Totem Ranch by Judy Fitzpatrik