Inbirdation
I sit outside
On the cold grass
with my eyes in the trees
and excitement in my heart
A slight movement
draws my attention
and I lift my binoculars
to see the creature
A little ball
of feathers and wisdom
bounces and flies
in my backyard forest
I write down his name
"Chickadee"
and go inside
to paint him.
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