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SOMETIMES I TOO WONDER IF I CAN Perhaps you talked to me too much about your hawk the one sitting on the electric wires running between poles lining the country-like road alongside your development. Now I think this bird of prey, very gentle in my forefathers' lore, has entered my space, entering my world as already in yours. In the summer months, when heat was more, I remember encountering a small rattlesnake just off the edge of the trail that encircles the small lake in the next region. It was not posed to strike, nor was it sunning itself. Perhaps it only wanted to rest in between movements, between searches for its prey. Do I have enough in common with these two creatures, these two often times victims of human progress or the advance of civilization, to associate with them, to somehow become one with them, live in harmony without wondering why or not knowing just how? Running Cub, Everglades
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