do you remember i wrote
about the hawfinch, dead

at my gate? i have the skull
to wonder at the big beak.

such a big beak. a man
came yesterday, explained
yew berries, the outer shell
and kernel. none in the drive
today.

no berries left, these trees,
there are no hawfinch here,
today, sir.

yes, you may photograph.

this skull.

sbm.