Twig trembler. Circle of a bird,
Spoked with beak and tail. Improbable satellite
of the brown under-hedge, hidden home of a lost Super Bouncer.
Size of the ball. Twig bouncer.
Softly open front door,
Slipper-pit path snow to the hedge.
Hang a netted suet ball from obliging bendy twigs.
She watched; I watch her from the window.
Melting snow damp chilling my back.
Twig trembler, twig bouncer to the net.
Goal.
Monday, December 20, 2004
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