Bird Winter Bird
One bird didn't head south.
It found a wee crack under the mailbox and is riding out winter.
It gets two callers a day.
Startled-it explodes from its plastic nest.
On Sunday we all take a rest.
For three straight days there were no signs of life.
Maybe it grew lonesome and caught up to the flock.
Feathers and brown grass dangle from that icy winter box.
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