my morning flock
on my freshened feeders.
my starlings, my grackles,
my mated downies, my bully jays,
my seldom seen but much longed-for
goldfinches and cardinals.
I call them “mine”
though they flee me
whenever I approach
as my family does,
as my friends do,
as my city
and country do.
Dark Matter 
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