Spotted Towhee

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Your song makes me
stop.
 

I lift the binoculars
to my eyes.

I see you hidden
in the scrub-brush: 

black wings, white-spotted,
with your red sides 

tilting back your dark head
as you open your black throat

and a sweet melody pours forth
into the morning air. 

Don’t startle! I am going
to walk past you –

Spotted Towhee, secret
singer.

jb

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