for worms beneath his feet, lemon
beak, bright eye, feathers reflecting
the sun. With a darting head, he digs
swiftly, flicking up dirt for his reward.
straight and true, but the blackbird
is faster, spies her, flies like an arrow.
Chastened, the cat ambushes a cricket,
licks her lips, whiskers bristling.
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