The stillness of the coming night laid dusk
about the house, the yard, and the meadow
beyond. I felt something pushing the air
up from the river a mile away. The glow
in the west was dimming into stars and there
were quiet sounds of birds above the barn.
A larger shadow fell out of the north,
barely clearing the shivering tops of oaks,
opening the air with a gray rush to earth,
its feathered props fluttering, piston strokes
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