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Featherweights

Featherweights

little brown

birds

fight at the feeder

one, two

one, two

then away

to their corners

they wait

‘til the belted Blue Jay

takes off

then back to the ring

the little brown birds

bob and weave

and pay no mind

to the carrier Cardinal

or the white wing Dove

but the Jungle Cat,

who tiptoes on silent leaves

round the rooted tree,

is like a bell

that rings

“Fight Over!”

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery