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A Nuthatch at Sunrise

He sits quietly watching,
Breathing in the silence like the morning breeze,
His eyes dart from point to point,

The moment comes, and he breaks,
Like a small white and gray bullet, he takes the sky,
Landing on the feeder’s edge to take a seed.

Then he pauses for a beat,
Basking in the newborn light,
Perhaps feeling life in all its complex beauty,
Before swiftly disappearing into the morning mist.