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Tiniest fledglings
no tail feathers to speak of
ground-hugging test flights.
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by Scooj
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Tiniest fledglings
no tail feathers to speak of
ground-hugging test flights.
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by Scooj
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Across the decking
like a bullet, a fledgling
It’s maiden voyage
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by Scooj
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The slightest movement
and the slightest fluttering
appear, disappear
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by Scooj
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The robins have left
and attentions turn to the
wrens in the nest box
by Scooj
Little Jenny wren
sings her heart out; doing so
she makes mine sing too.
by Scooj
Sweetest pair of wrens
disproportionate voices
lightening my heart.
by Scooj