Young grackle’s sweet call
Rises over traffic’s whoosh.
Another answers.
Runners get respite.
Rain abates, fades to thick mist.
Sneakers splash on stone.
Bedraggled pigeon.
Calm in storm, no time to groom.
Eat now, preen later.
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