My spiny talons shave the skin of the branch as I scan the blanket of fluff below me; shards flutter into the dense air. The chill at the end of my beak warms as I tuck it just so beneath my wing and pluck at a feather. The timid pitter-patter of paws draws me out of myself, into the wilderness. There, though blending in the cold powder with supreme talent, it's movements are too jerky for my keen eyes. I lean my solid body forward and plummet off the brittle branch, ready to catch my next meal.
I am a crow sitting on a wire watching I am a cardinal blood red against the snow I am a chickadee flitting from branch to branch I am a pilliated wood-pecker tap-tapping I am a hawk looking for my next meal I am a seagull haunting the parking lot I am the robin waiting for spring to come home
My spiny talons shave the skin of the branch as I scan the blanket of fluff below me; shards flutter into the dense air. The chill at the end of my beak warms as I tuck it just so beneath my wing and pluck at a feather. The timid pitter-patter of paws draws me out of myself, into the wilderness. There, though blending in the cold powder with supreme talent, it's movements are too jerky for my keen eyes. I lean my solid body forward and plummet off the brittle branch, ready to catch my next meal.
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I am a cardinal
blood red against the snow
I am a chickadee
flitting from branch to branch
I am a pilliated wood-pecker
tap-tapping
I am a hawk
looking for my next meal
I am a seagull
haunting the parking lot
I am the robin
waiting for spring
to come home