Poetry: Kolmården Zoo

Kolmår­den Zoo by Bill Coyle Over our heads, trail­ing a wake of air and an enor­mous shad­ow as it passed, the fal­con glid­ed to its trainer’s fist and set­tled like a loaded weapon there. Then, while she fed the bird bit after bit of…what?…

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