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450.45 Drought

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. The deer roam our town day and night now– grazing in the park and in our yards because Fiddle Creek is dried up and so is the range of the scablands– little food for them to eat. Here we surprised a young buck new to our area, come from perhaps a wild fire area.

Drought

The scablands are dry;
deer wander in town to graze
our well-watered lawns.

Sheri Edwards
072021 2004436521
Poetry/Photography

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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart

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