A flock of fat red robins fly not up to the sky they fly to the soaring sycamore tree that flanks the field across the street. Lined up like overfed soldiers birds bounce feathers flounce a branch dance then they swoop willy nilly down and around into the seasonal creek that puddles up after recent rain. Sparrows sashay in to sip then dart away but the robins stay and play. Splash dunk drink. Repeat. I […]
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