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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