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Out In The Air
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Invisible Poetry .
Huge birds were chasing a small wren
and the food fight was on over a scrap
of orange. I did not know birds ate oranges.
Must be tight out there battling for scraps
with humans.
.
A big robin stole it from the lil brown bird
(not enough color to his breast for his liking,
I suppose) and the cowbird, blue head shining,
brown feathers below the neck bones
glistened as if oiled when he took the orange
peel from Christopher Robin
and flew away with it.
.
When the blue jay showed up, the drama
was done, the scratching around under a hedge
was a ritual humans do but never fully
appreciate. Goodbye blue jay, goodbye
Chris Robin. Goodbye wren. Goodbye.
.
Lady A
06-12-13
918p
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