tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post113948781934808303..comments2023-09-23T16:10:03.527-04:00Comments on Singing Moon: Prairie, six a.m.coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1139521867647847372006-02-09T16:51:00.000-05:002006-02-09T16:51:00.000-05:00And I like the way a nice poem here has turned int...And I like the way a nice poem here has turned into a food conversation.<BR/><BR/>:)etherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10765317566611969814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1139511720275824862006-02-09T14:02:00.000-05:002006-02-09T14:02:00.000-05:00In the way of planning a whole buncha snacks...In the way of planning a whole <I>buncha</I> snacks...coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1139506243097994582006-02-09T12:30:00.000-05:002006-02-09T12:30:00.000-05:00The idea of birds as "feathered flowers" and "rand...The idea of birds as "feathered flowers" and "random" at that, is perfect. I suppose coyotes spend a lot of time watching birds, in the way of planning a snack...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com