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Walkabout Journal
With the Moon on Their Wing
It’s Spring,
and the
The scene
will repeat at day’s end. Again, their chorus will erupt and
continue into the fading light. In that last twilight, they will
flutter and awkwardly scramble before emerging into graceful
flight. Their sounds echo far into the darkened sky.
I witnessed
this ceremony each day, watching them form their V-squadrons as
they cleared the water. The flight formation would inevitably
veer toward the trees, flirting with the topmost branches in
token clearance. Sometimes a silent moon would be out to set the
backdrop for the spectacle.
Their calls
have haunted the spirit of man for millennia. As cacophonous as
they are, they also stir a deep-seated wanderlust. We watch them
gracefully fly away together, their song finding the rhythm of
their wing beats. They will see the world in a way we cannot,
always flying effortlessly to the next horizon. They have a
freedom of which we can only dream.
I combined
two separate images to create this final impression. I seldom
manipulate a picture to that extent, but
I was inspired to convey
the spirit of their flight. The image prompted me to attempt
free verse prose to capture that spirit.
With the Moon on Their Wing
They brim
the lakeshore
Bill
Bernbeck |