For several years now
In the spring and in the fall
A single Flicker bird
For a day or two stops by
My yard here in the desert
On it way north or south
This must happen in other yards
But it seems unlikely after
So much time it could be the same bird
Who visits so consistently
Shrieking me to attention
Time to move on he calls
Time to find our real home
But he's gone before I can follow
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