Dawnlark Plains XLVII

the sound of birds remained in his ear.

the herons congregated with their squawkings and shared words, a mixture of grey and blue flocks. they stalked along the bank at once, jabbing for retreating frogs or sunning snakes caught unaware.

there was a goodly portion of open space between the wolves at the shadowed treeline and the water-edge itself. augur descended into a grand crouch, a glacier poised over soft grass. 

quiet. they are larger than the other birds. they will be slower to get back into the air. avoid their hard mouths. go when you are ready. i will be with you.