Excerpt from “Amid Whirring Wings”

Excerpt from “Amid Whirring Wings”

by | Dec 5, 2018

“Bob White” Shrill and clear, from thicket near, A song within the woodland ringing, A treble note from silver throat The siren of the fields is singing— “Bob White! Bob White!” And from the height, an answer sweet Floats gently o’er the rippling wheat— “Bob White!...