SEED FOR THOUGHT
He lays motionless
Amid the browning leaves
his tiger striped coat
More than a disguise
The bird feeder
Drew the combatants
A swaying dance floor
Scattering its bounty
He would wait
Stragglers would come
Eagerly anticipating
A last call
He would provide it
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