junco
Soma
There
’s
a
nest
buried
in
the
ground
Three
tiny
eggs
Between
coastal
strawberries
and
peony
As
i
enter
or
leave
my
home
You
sharply chide
a
warning
I
’ve
come
too
close
Though
you
’re
the
one
who
nested
here
It
’s
the
sound
of
spring
to
me
More
than
any
rust
-redded
Robin
My
dark
hooded
friends
Sprightly
dancing
along
the
fence
A
cat
watches
through
the
screen
door
But
you
’re unbothered
as
the
breeze
Junco
250504
...
raze
this
must
just
be
a
springtime
service
station
for
them
on
their
way
to
wherever
they
reside
when
they're
not
here
.
there
were
about
a
dozen
of
them
this
time
around
.
five
or
six
came
to
trust
me
enough
to
let
me
toss
them
their
snacks
.
the
others
i
would
watch
from
inside
the
house
as
they
took
turns
grabbing
what
i'd
left
for
them
to
have
.
such
beautiful
dark
-faced wraiths.
always
so
curious
,
and
so
careful
.
they
were
a
near
-constant
presence
for
a
few
weeks
.
then
,
just
as
suddenly
as
they
appeared,
they
were
gone
.
i
miss
them
.
250504
what's it to you?
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go
blather
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