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The first poem I wrote today for this blog was too good, and I decided to submit it somewhere. That's my dirty little secret. The poems you see here are either reprints or not my best material.

Those dang house finches! Filled the birdfeeder about 15 minutes ago and they are already out there, eating the seeds I really intended for much prettier birds. Sadly, they are smart enough to evade the cats.


If cats had wings

and were trainable

starlings and house finches
would be their prey

and they wouldn't be cats