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November 2009 
In the Yellow Morning
Posted on Apr 11th, 2009
by 
Ron
Ron
In the yellow morning-
My binoculars, high up
In a tree-was I a sleep
Climber? Out on the silvery
Deck, beyond the forest
Glass, a Downy pooed
On my shoulder. A
Tiny wet newspaper.
I carefully read this:
"Empty what is full.
Fill what is empty."
The faded flags flapped,
The feeder swayed, and
Charcoal feathers shimmered.
My binoculars, high up
In a tree-was I a sleep
Climber? Out on the silvery
Deck, beyond the forest
Glass, a Downy pooed
On my shoulder. A
Tiny wet newspaper.
I carefully read this:
"Empty what is full.
Fill what is empty."
The faded flags flapped,
The feeder swayed, and
Charcoal feathers shimmered.
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