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Wildlife/Nature Through the early budding green
a flash of red.
Swift wings in firey flight
gliding through crooked branches.
Landing effortlessly, soundlessly
on its perch.
He turns his regal, crinson head.
Our eyes meet in greeting.
I witness an almost imperceptible nod.
Once again he soars
and vanishes among the trees.
Leaving me with a smile
and the knowledge
that Spring has surely come again.
