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Dec 2023
this morning a kestrel sat
in the agave
had nt seen this chap for
a long time

then, a little black cap
perched amid the cacti
gave me the eye
and flew away

i was the voodoo chile
at breakfast
toast and an achingly
beautiful sky..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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