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Bird Feeder
Bird Feeder
There is a sun dappled spot
Along the Beech forest trail
Where bird seed has been scattered.
On a bright June morning,
Picking some seeds from the ground
I place them in my palm.
My arm outstretched,
Silent, still; waiting…waiting…until…
A goldfinch lands on my finger and feeds.
Copyright ©
Keith Warren
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