ain't seen nothing
as amazing
as the gold finch
that just snatched
some kind of fly
from the december
sky and landed
on the railing
of my porch.
my phone
can't hold a torch
to that kind
of feather, bone,
eye and muscle,
machinery. forget about
amazon drones.
if i could just hire
a flock of finches
i'd have a deep supply
-all that i could wish for-
of moths and flying ants,
dandelion seeds, and spiders.
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