A rather large mourning dove
Or is it an eagle sitting there
At the very top of the tall palm tree
Or just the gray of a dead branch
Palms die from the top
I don't have my glasses on to see
But this one's just turned
And lifted a white wing
Not a leaf but a bird
It looks a little absurd
Too large for its perch
And it keeps turning and turning
Uncomfortable with its victory
Its restive incongruity
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