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Solitary
she’s robining ashiver perched
upon a telephone wire. Height and stillness
may offer scope to hunt that flight often misses.
Preening feathers sometimes can provide
a scant iota of warmth and work
to shed some damp. Anyway, it’s worth the view,
the hunger and acuity of being
solitary.
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“…the hunger and acuity of being solitary.” Solid poem, I like it a lot!