Twenty-seventh Saturday, from Rancho Obsesso

First light on bee balm.

Miniature fireworks

Bright red in dark green.

Robin sits on nest,

Gives affronted cheep and glare,

Turns, shows me her tail.

Baby bluejay squawks,

Waits for adult to notice,

Come back with breakfast.

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