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Junco Haiku
Poetry from the new house for this month of April, National Poetry Month, must first pay homage to the birds. Particularly the Junco who bravely watch me, but deem me too little a threat to interrupt the eating of seeds as I sit on the deck watching them.
The Junco come first.
Bold, bright-eyed, always hungry.
Not caring who watches.
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