Thursday, December 22, 2016

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the feeder lies empty
when can the birds eat
are there drought-grown seeds
in the crisp brown grass
the seeds are in a plastic tub
in a house
the door is not locked
the finches flutter at the knob
wrens at the cat door
cardinals at the window
but no one's home
rain does not fall
if these were migrants
they could leave

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