i saw redwings gliding
gentle-wrap in black body
so many of them clinging
bushes skirting fairways
some chasing grasshopper
i wonder where they came
always here early summer
i stop, watch and listen
to their cute love calls
most beautiful part of it
is when they start flying
wings spread red shoulder
short distance flight i saw
land on twigs with their claw
so lovely i won't stop looking
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