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ELLEN BRYANT VOIGT | The Feeder
5.
Some: thistle; some: sunflower, cracked, already
shelled.
But it's grease that wooed these out of the woods,
a pair, Hairy not Downy, we know this
from their size and not their call.
Why are they squeaking? Bigger
than the rest, not bullied by jays, seizing the stash,
swinging on it, drilling into it, one at a time
as the other clings to the trunk of the nearest pine
and waits its turn,
even
the one with the red
slash on his head.
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