Twenty-fourth Saturday, from Rancho Obsesso

Dawn fog softens, grays —

Trees at edge of field, shed roof,

Orange azalea.

Three catbirds on branch:

Two hungry, squawking fledglings,

One harried adult.

Doe enters backyard,

Sees me, snorts, stamps, throws head back,

Exits behind pine.

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