We were out ice-fishing (not fishing for ice, silly) at sunset on a slough off the Mississippi when the most brilliant purple, blue and orange bruise of a sunset lasted at least twenty minutes - it was mesmerizing. At the very end, when dusk descended, a hoot owl came out of the woods and settled in an elm at the end of the point where the river meets the slough.
an owl hoots lonely
in the savage blue sunset
over the frozen river
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