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On today's walk Azure, clear, bright, and deep The sky finally opened up to show. A contrail defies the tranquillity of the sky So long B52, and happy hunting Not a sound around my feeder C’mon you Chickadees, I’ve got your seeds No need to hide there Red red Robin But careful on that perch. It’s a bit too small for you Across the way and almost out of sight sits the lone white feathered warrior resplendent – way up there One branch sways oh so precariously as he looks out to sea, and watches the gulls do their water dance The white caps are in formation roiling in Smashing against the shore that won’t give way The pebbles on the beach grind against themselves Making them smooth and flat for skipping I pass the wood pile so lonely it sits Not today I tell myself my back gives me the signal It’s time for a toddy |
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