A Myth of my Life
The chickadees and finches
and cardinals visit
the feeder hanging from
the bare branch.
They come to
sing to me
show me their colors
and do their air dances.
Beauty disguises the
blue jay's villainous intents.
Satanic squirrels try to raid
the plastic store.
I see valiant creatures
I see devious creatures,
And fit them all
into my storyline.
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