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Poetry.com  oldpost 2001  Francesco Visona
I prefer Bird Watching but I know some wise hunters merit to be memtioned.

Gianni, what a hunter !

We were ready, even wet, by fog around
watching any small sign
of wind built up.
The decoy whistle hung up on wind jacket...

When the right time has come
John (Gianni)
had his riffle aimed first, but
he would not shoot...
wondering those frantic sound of wings
announcing with their departure
winter season at the doorstep.


Francesco Visonà
Copyright ©2001

 
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