Don't write about nestsOr swallow's iridescence
They're not important
Close your eyes to thisTimeless dance, ancient rhythms
It's really nothing
How quiet it seemsExcept for wind in the new leaves
And hawk camouflaged
This we call seeingHuman sight a trifling thing
Animals all laugh
Have a great weekend. We'll be back on Monday.
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