Birds of all shapes
sizes and colors
through arctic arid air
visit on wing
my heated
birdbaths
there they find
warm water
to drink
the liquid entity
which stands
between
them
and eternity
some times
they bathe
others they gather
to socialize
or wash food
they bring
from
before dawn
to
after dark
in nearby trees
and bushes
and unseen
under cover
of bush and brush
they
sing
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