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They’re awkward, angular, abstruse,
the great beak on a head so narrow,
a kind of weird Jurassic goose
lurching into the modern era.
But the blue arc of sky lets loose–
look, now!–the brown, unerring arrow!
And see how beautiful, how grave,
the steady wings along the wave.
-Ursula K. Le Guin
Anna L. Vogt 