it seemed a truly aimed projectile
the wind was quiet, though
and I wondered, did the fir tree shake her arms
dropping her needles and throwing her cones?
a glance out the window to
review the scene,
tiny darts land delicately, perfectly placed
revealing not a cone of woody scales
but a petite pine siskin, finely feathered
Copyright © 3/11/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Andrea Corwin
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