What I saw—
and heard—
this morning:

Mist.
The sound of a drop of water
hitting a pool of water. It came from
the throat of a Red-Winged Black Bird.
Light shining on water droplets
lining a fence.
Raindrops
on a purple Iris’ nose.

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Whirring: two Hummingbirds
chasing each other.
The throat of a Hummingbird
rippling
as it drank.

The soft flutter of a dove’s gray wings.
Then, from afar,
its haunting coo-call.

On the back screen door,
a small stick
with legs.

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A Mockingbird—in full rip—
singing its repertoire.
I wonder
if it’s the same Mockingbird
that sang last night
way past midnight.

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Let me repeat:
I saw
a Hummingbird’s tiny throat
rippling
as it drank.