"The lean coyote, prowler of the night,
slips to his rocky fastnesses,
jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush,
and from the castellated cliffs,
ravens launch their proud black sails upon the day. 
The wild horses troop back to their pastures.
 
The poplar-trees watch beside the irrigation ditches. 
Orioles, whose nests sway in the cotton-wood trees by the ditch-side, begin to twitter. 
All shy things, breathless, watch
the thin white skirts of dawn,
the dancer of the sky,
who trips daintily down the mountain-side
emptying her crystal chalice...
and a red-bird, dipped in sunrise, cracks from a poplar's top
his exultant whip above a silver world."
 - Charles Erskine Scott Wood