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A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Nuthatch walks down bark of the old maple,
With tiny legs defying gravity.
Nuthatch stops at the squirrel feed table.
For corn kernel left in a cavity.

Even with the small range of our senses,
Many layers of life are apparent.
Beginnings and ends, all are pretenses.
Overlapping systems are inherent.

Maple bark mottled shades of khaki green.
Mosses and lichens, in abundant splotches.
Mottled splashes of sunlight fill the scene.
Perspective changes, by how one watches.

Nuthatch, feeling happy to be born,
Flies away with single kernel of corn.