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by Jon Fotch
The birds chittering away this morning
Crazy and fighting. Spring has come
They fight over straw and a piece of foil
A red string
Spring has come but the sky is winter
There is yet frost in the clouds
You know by the way the light goes
The birds spook and scatter
One wins the string
The others circle away, but not too far
They never go far
They have come to dance
Full of all the world's vicious possibility