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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

At the Feeder

If you listen with ears of
light, you might hear the humming
bird’s lecture on the art of
flapping gauzy wings in tight
places while tiny faces
look forward to the fine feast 
rising, falling . . . with no fight.

Posted by Willson at 5:57 AM
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