Rewrite of old poem
Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass
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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my cat killed a giant gopher the other day and then came up and puked it all up right outside the sliding glass door--heinous does not even describe it--and guess who had to clean it up while gagging?
the only thing left in tact was it's little head and glassy eyes staring at me.
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