No more birds for Squid;
Red bandanna scares them off.
The crows are laughing.
Gray Seattle morn;
Mud puddles reflect the clouds.
There is no sunlight.
Plane sailing through clouds--
Small object between the lines--
Purrs nonchalantly.
Cradled in a bush
Some green leaves have lost their way;
Resting with strangers.
They brighten the day:
Red berries in gray morning;
Small bits of sunshine.
Through the chain link fence,
A small glimpse of the golf course.
So near and so far.
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