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Dec 2016
Angry
nuthatch
in the maple today.
All Confederate gray
except for that russet shirt
and tiny Zorro mask.
“Yank!” He called, insulted,
as I trudged by,
garbage in hand.
Then he was gone,
in the brambles
of a barren
spirea.
Jim Hill
Written by
Jim Hill  Saratoga Springs, NY
(Saratoga Springs, NY)   
809
   David Hill and Doug Potter
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