It’s just not done here

where the cranes are tame

and used to human beings.


But it was done here —

the first time I’ve ever  seen it.


He was in a golf cart

and he was chasing cranes.

And they fluttered and they flew

and they fluttered and they flew —

this way and that way.

He kept on pursuing for a time

and about the time

I was ready to chastise him

he was gone.


Then the cranes settled down.

I began to research

what kind of boy I was

long long ago.

And I must admit

that I would have chased those cranes.

It would have been fun.


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