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PictureBerna Özlem Özcan, Vanishing Garden
Sudden-Small
Jeff Burt


Ravens quarry-quarreled
as chickadees beak-bit their retreat, 
not as the crow flies
but zigzag, sky-awkward, 
high and hurried, 
till the mob broke back
to nest and nurture, quiet, 
quick-eggs safe.
 
Open-jawed, mute
the chickadees perched 
in wonder-wish fulfilled 
of vigilant un-flagging friends 
in their flock that flushed 
their tormenter, their tyrant, 
the rook that flew till the horizon 
ran out and sudden-small shrank 
from the eye’s importance.

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