for an hour
you stare out the back window.
you have a plate
of hours on your hands.
there are
birds on
the feeder.
cardinals, hummingbirds.
blue jays
and sparrows.
they feast nervously
at the seed
and suet hanging
easily in reach.
life is like that sometimes.
free and easy
when least expected.
safe with
no predators in sight.
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