The Verdins I love to watch
Circle above the cat
This morning comes burdened as a child
But there’s always another nest to build
Despite the darkening clouds
Always another tiny pocket
Of twigs and leftover things
To stitch together at the end
Of a branch a hidden space
Only the morning light can find
The future of the world
In a few small eggs
Even the cat acts surprised
How much littleness succeeds
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