It was the brown bird of prey.
Waiting, waiting untill others would deal with the garbage.
The black birds, some very young, following others,
Zoamed across my sight through window curtains.
It was the high holidays on a rainy, misty night.
Standing on a bare branch, the bird was almost hiden
until a worker came along to take care of trash, than
the Bird of Prey took what it was after and vanished.
May the New Year 2024 be good to you.
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Wash your Hands. Get your shots.
And VOTE!
