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Nov 2016
The old ****** slowly digs holes
plowing with precision
he places acorns

under peony bushes
behind the old
windmill,
each

day he wearily climbs
the denΒ Β tree
curling into
his nest

as the neighborhood
tomcat watches.
Doug Potter
Written by
Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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