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these small falcons
claimed home high in a spruce on the yard
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curved beak between close set beaded eyes
raying through my upturned cranium tilted up
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another joins ruffling brown feathers
mating or fighting can’t tell
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fills air all other sounds from trees
bow in silence
as they hunt
for grasshoppers or mice
diving down to prairie grass
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and this is what we do
watch listen
in this yard
our invasion into leafy buggy living eco
figuring out the
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