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Ann Day
Poetry and
Watercolors
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The black bear entered the proscenium of our strip of woods stage left exiting stage right with enormous simplicity Smooth of outline, shining, he was both soft and immensely solid; implied strength personified in silence. His presence sucked in all complexity: the chattering of birds, the whisper of maples, the cheeky leaps and ecstatic acrobatics of squrrels — everything quieted at his approach. Our small world held its breath as he padded through it without a snapped twig or quivering of undrebrush, leaving behind an awe that quickly broke into a babble of comment, nervous activity — a flapping of wings, loud shouts from enighbor to neighbor — even the quick rush and flicker of the stream that had slowed to a trickle was quickly renewed after he lifted from its surface the dark reflection of his passage. |
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