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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

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