I stopped to see the moon
Sneaking through the day
I watched a file of pelicans
Patrol the breakers through the spray
I spied a beached sea lion in the sand
As two prospecting ravens pecked their prey
While from the hills rang antiphonal psalmody
Performed by rapt coyote choirs, far away.
—Ellen Taylor
This article appears in Through Mark Larson’s Lens 2025.
