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The Cedar Waxwing

Birds…so may birds.

I could reach out and touch them. The birds with black masks, they notice they’re being watched and watch back with no fear or trepidation.

Berries, the tree with berries is the one they can’t get enough of. Hopping from branch to branch, picking the best fruit, the sweetest treats, the bounty that is theirs.

Squirrels join in the buffet line, but only for a moment before scurrying on to something new.

The morning is warmer than the one before and the air is more forgiving


Stay for a while, my mysterious masked bird neighbors, so that I can stay and keep admiring your whimsical ways.