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e n dr e ady | 71 Hawk-Mating on the Forest Floor Hellbent for Autumn, screeching, crying, Off we went in chase of each other, Two hawks, droop-winged, all a-flutter. Summer is rife with these young robbers. Fresh and frenzied, our pinions rattle, Kissing rages in loving battle. Fleeing Summer we fly our pursuing; Somewhere in Autumn we settle together, Love shaking each disheveled feather. This is to be our final mating; Tearing each other’s flesh we glitter, Fall now, spent, in Autumn leaf-litter. 1905 ...

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