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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
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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.
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