Popcorn

They come in small flocks,

the little birds,

tucked under fallen leaves,

moving so fast,

from seed to seed,

the leaves jump,

the backyard

a pot of popping popcorn.

 

Sated,

they go.

 

The yard falls quiet,

the leaves,

are still.

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