Blue steel, black and gray,
white breasted, or red like
his cousin, scurrying up a tree
and, turning around, back down,
face-forward in search of what
lies hidden within, tapping lightly
with his pointed bill, hatching, or
seeking the seed inside my feeders,
oil rich sunflowers, black or
hulled,
peanuts, storing it away, wedged
in bark, laying up for the lean
months of winter ahead.
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