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Aug 2015
Little cardinal builds her nest
     amidst the bush next
          to the house.

Eggs laid.
     Wait.

Two babies hatch.
     Bald,
          eyes closed tightly.

Day by day they grow,
     Cheeping to be fed.

Between one afternoon and the
     next morning, one
          disappears.

What happened to you
     little baby bird?

Where did you go?
     ebb and flow…
          life and death?…
am i ee
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am i ee
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