Eating several of its seeds
But maybe it was having a hard day
And these were all it could find
They don’t seem to be a favorite
Among the different birds
And there are so many of them
Small round bullets
I have to rake them up
So many lifeless things
That yet could kill
By slow accumulation
If it wasn’t for me
I leave some to feed the tree
And the birds who need them
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