The dirt was so loud
and the sunset put pink onto the coyote
brush. I could hear the shuffle
of a spotted towhee,
the delicate wandering
of a bunny in the brambles
They walked beside
me, their steps in line with mine
making shadows of themselves
to my heavy gate and pauses.
I wonder what it was
they dreamt-up in each other.
Cole Hersey is a writer based in the Bay Area. Currently, he is a local species columnist at the Bay Area Current. His writing has been featured in Bay Nature, Earth Island Journal, Parentheses, Variable West, and elsewhere. His newsletter, Big Little Things, comes out at least once a month
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