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Birdsoar

Once thicket thickened,
           Mossy, leafy
               Underlay.
Chance to catch starling
         Or barn swallow
Amidst slumbering umber.

Eyes pinched--tiny prickles--
         Star thistle glistens
            By green-lit moon.

             Craned and swoop,
                          Echoic;
              Plume beats hilarity.
             Lest they sail asunder,
                            Beaks...

White capped--bold and noble--
              Strand guarded;
        Acronymic to the other
             Guided by the sea.

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