Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass
we wouldn't admit it,
but in your pocket slept three
baby grackles and a large blacksnake
as you stood near the winter
swimming pool, like a little
mother, but with fur,
a lightweight skeleton,
hollow bones, the age-old bell
on the collar,
your large palms
spread with shelled peanuts,
sunflower seeds, red millet,
white millet
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