When Buzzards Come
Nature, Life John W Wilson Nature, Life John W Wilson

When Buzzards Come

Death came knocking beneath the trees. I was on my way to the workroom yesterday when I interrupted a gathering of buzzards at their meal between the north fence and the big oaks and the sage.

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Making Peace
Life John W Wilson Life John W Wilson

Making Peace

I think the feasting is done. The raccoons come at night. I come in the day. We all pick. Their bellies are full. My refrigerator is full.

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