The Bird and Me

This is a poem about a bird I saw through my kitchen window.

May 17, 2023

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“The Bird and Me”

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Yesterday, I made coffee, and as I stood there at the sink, there it was—
a bird
          just on the eave.

It was gray or brownish—just a little fellow, but it's
head and breast were red like a
                                                      bloodstain or blush.

A gradient! The professional designer in me thought because
it ha…

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