Lost Mate

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Majestic crane, passing overhead, 

where is your mate? You fly solo now 

yet once you soared wing to wing. 

Is it the hunter who brought her down 

in these fields you fly each day until the 

darkening sky coaxes you to earth? 

Does the music of the night carry rest 

or will you merely bide, listening for the 

first sounds of dawn to summon you 

once more to the sky? 

Be patient, mighty crane, for you shall find 

her in the stillness of time where all seekers 

gather for the last harvest. 


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