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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