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Feeding Chickadees In Winter

Already accustomed to the procedure,
it isn't long till one
flutters down from the sky to clutch
the edge of my hand;

a moment more to twitch and eye
the seed in my palm, select
two or three, and flit away—

—such delicate talons!

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