Seasons come
Seasons go
Life goes round and round
Summer’s gone
Autumn leaves fall
Hawk circles
Classic clocks
Move round
As digital ones, too
Circle of life
Like Olympic rings
No ends, only beginnings
Condor arrives
At the dead goat
Circle of life
Stars fading
World awakens
Night owl blinks
Once, after I was trying hard to make pictures of condors, a friend remarked at breakfast: "Liste, listen, there they twitter, your condors!"
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