
23 Nov Back 40: Ouzel
More a blur or mere
winged premise
of a bird in flight,
he lit from nowhere
on a mid-stream stone,
studied me a bit,
squat-jigged on a fringe
of ice, blinked twice
and went on diving riffles,
unruffled, alone.
More a blur or mere
winged premise
of a bird in flight,
he lit from nowhere
on a mid-stream stone,
studied me a bit,
squat-jigged on a fringe
of ice, blinked twice
and went on diving riffles,
unruffled, alone.
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