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the tiny bumptious
yellow birds
are making a wispy nest
in the bougainvillea
on our porch
with strips
of plastic trash
and other organic matter
they must have found elsewhere,
as the older cat
stares instinctively—
thousands of years
of predatory compulsion
arrested by a window
of domesticity.

i wonder if they’ll pull it off—
the vulnerability of a few eggs and chicks
in the spring
may teach us all
a few useful lessons.