I have written a number of pieces about cranes. This is one another. Seeing you there, I take comfort in your presence. One is standing in the water, safe from predators, as the other flexes his wings in a landing posture, beak agape. I hear the rattling call telling me all is well in the world of cranes, my land of solace.
An Address to Cranes
An Address to Cranes
An Address to Cranes
I have written a number of pieces about cranes. This is one another. Seeing you there, I take comfort in your presence. One is standing in the water, safe from predators, as the other flexes his wings in a landing posture, beak agape. I hear the rattling call telling me all is well in the world of cranes, my land of solace.