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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.
“…the hunger and acuity of being solitary.” Solid poem, I like it a lot!