is full of birds.
black
and red,
wide
wings and narrow,
small sparrows
edging
their way onto the feeder,
or stone
bath by the gate.
they line
the fence
waiting for me
to spill the seed
from
the shed bag.
they know, the word
is out.
why bother with
the woods
and trees
flying north then south,
when they have me.
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