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happy at carvana welcome back to the daily poem i'm david kern and today's t, July 21st, 2020. Today's poem is by an American

poet and professor named Camille Dungey. She is a graduate of Stanford in the University of

North Carolina, Greensboro, where she earned her MFA, and she's the author of four poetry collections,

including Trophic Cascade, Smith Blue, Suck on the Mero, and What to Eat,

What to Drink, What to Leave for Poison.

And the poem that I'm going to read today is from her most recent collection called Trophic

Cascade. It's from 2016, and you can get it wherever you get poetry.

As always, I'll read the poem, and then offer offer a few thoughts and then read it one more time. This is how it goes.

After the reintroduction of gray wolves to Yellowstone, and as anticipated, their culling of deer, trees grew beyond the deer stunt of

the mid-century. In their upreach, songbirds nested who scattered seed for underbrush,

and in that cover warrened snowshoe hair. Weasel and water shrew returned. Also vol and came soon hawk and falcon, bald eagle,

Kestrel, and with them hawk shadow, falcon shadow. Eagle shade and Kestrel shade,

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