There stands a fat robin
on the limestone rocks
outside the window.
And on the tip of the
highest branch of
the peach tree
sits a hummingbird
that rises to do
a sky dance and then
settles back down again.
There now is
a rusty red fox so casually
trotting down the
driveway into the
forest of words on my page.
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