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The birds went missing for some days I did not fail to see them For I can keep tabs on their commings By the feed level in the silo I wonder, have they departed? Did the entire gathered multitude All the species and varieties At once get summoned by a grand poobah Ah No. They’re back Voracious, suddenly. Perhaps an appetite Built up from long journeys South to heat Returned as quickly to a stable staple supply El viejo, baggy clothes and vaguely rancid Arrives at the tickety tockety place The pigeons dance head first, feet next He knows each by his dull colour At the trough they proceed in size order Pleasing my delicate sense of propriety Titmouse, cardinal, blue jay, woodpecker A grub abides among the seed I observe
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Observing the Bird Feeder
The birds went missing for some days I did not fail to see them For I can keep tabs on their commings By the feed level in the silo I wonder, have they departed? Did the entire gathered multitude All the species and varieties At once get summoned by a grand poobah Ah No. They’re back Voracious, suddenly. Perhaps an appetite Built up from long journeys South to heat Returned as quickly to a stable staple supply El viejo, baggy clothes and vaguely rancid Arrives at the tickety tockety place The pigeons dance head first, feet next He knows each by his dull colour At the trough they proceed in size order Pleasing my delicate sense of propriety Titmouse, cardinal, blue jay, woodpecker A grub abides among the seed I observe
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
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