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by Gerry Leopardi There's a new bird in the neighborhood, all fluff and magistracy. The crows are making quite a racket about him. The red birds are intimidated, sideways glances, feeling not so red as before. The little yellow birds are nervous, flitting about like they do, but more than normal. The hummingbirds are maybe scared, but it's hard to tell because they always act that way. The blue birds are suspicious, crying out warnings - but not so loud anybody could later accuse them. The hawks are watching and waiting, looking for opportunity. But the little brown birds are all very impressed, and there are so many of them. The woodpeckers, having long ago knocked themselves brainless, went along with the majority. The eagles were everyone's hope for clarity, but they have all been rounded up and put in cages. The owls, as usual, are staying out of it. They say it doesn't matter because he will be gone soon. But I'm not so sure. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
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