The Past is dead
So let it be
A worn and tattered memory.
What's done is done
Let's not regret
Tis better far that we forget.
The past is queer
It will not stay
Buried in the yesterday
Instead it sneaks up
Softly sly
And pokes its finger in your eye.
-Latham Owens
Brooding time for our local hawks
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Hawk nesting season has officially begun as Tompkins Square red-tailed
hawks, Amelia and Christo, are brooding eggs. We do not now how many there
are, bu...
4 days ago
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