glasses off glasses on
without glasses I saw a flock of wrens
flying in formation
from the top of a distant renegade tree
today I still see them
they have not moved
I put on my glasses
It is not wrens
It is an arm of a large invasive vine, and it is slightly waving
from the top of that unlucky tree
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