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Photo & Poem: Corgi Moon

The prairie rings with strange voices, this Wolf Moon is owned by coyotes, less visible by day in dry winter grass but the pond ice is covered with tracks come morning. No lanky solo song, mating season means

the frozen air is wild with prairie carolers who wail a primal scale of notes, yip the flats and sharps all night, a challenge dance on glare ice, as horses watch safe behind fences.…