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safe to say<\/strong><\/p>\n

young starlings give the vultures a hard time.
\ni wonder why the bigger birds dont knock the
\nsmall ones senseless- not that i prefer violence
\nbut ive come to expect it.<\/p>\n

everything is so draped and viny. a butterfly i never
\nsaw in such a hurry. goldfinches in a contest take to
\nhigh branches. coupla redstarts in a buckeye,
\nplaying with fire. i hear the mighty drumroll of a pecker.
\nthen her jester call. find her\u2014so serious, climbing the
\ngreen lichen tree, its trunk already wasted, her black
\ncap like a habit drops a shit into the pond
\ndeep enough a month ago cows stood to their shoulders
\nin it, now a fallen sapling spans its width, its leaves
\nbarely steeping. she fairly squacks, one redhead
\nto another, until i lose her and come up with a
\nbeautiful kingbird, high on grapevines.<\/p>\n

several small luna moths kiss this, then that dandelion
\ntaking their time by the fence black raspberries cluster
\nfist open, i wld eat them but id cross with ivy. i hear the
\nchiming of waxwings, find them in a pear tree.
\nThursdays rain leaves of burdock hold for fawns
\nto sip. i suppose one cld survive here.<\/p>\n

~ bree zlee<\/p>\n