The Chickadee

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Pecked between the bricks

Unthreatened by my approach

Slow to move,

As locals are

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Some sip coffee

Others loll to greet the blue

Across the bay and all above

Slow, as locals are

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Even drifters,

Gulls or hulls pulling

At their ties against

The tides

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Take their time

There’s no rush

Don’t push

Just hold my hand

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Slow, as locals are

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