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I have come out in my pajamas to feed the birds— cardinals, a towhee, finches and sparrows— the ones I like to think might some day learn to love me. I stand on the cliff above the creek,
the largest animal these hundred acres hold, my hubris pitiful, and you are right to scold me, screaming as you swoop from tree to tree,
mad prince in your blue and white, bronze-medalled at the breast,
ruler, even of the sun who rises at your call to spread her red-gold wings over this May morning.
Go away, I hear you say, or is it, Stay, but only if within that crowded human mind you clear a place sufficient in humility to share this place with me.
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