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Perhaps It's Magic
A blue jay sails on bright blue wings
Close, across my field of vision-
A fleeting flash of blue lightning,
Flying with easy precision.
The wildlife ignores my presence-
Perhaps they think I'm a tree.
They seem to sense I mean no harm
And so I'm accepted; as me?
Now a grackle perches boldly
On a dwarf tree behind the cat,
And loudly proclaims its presence.
It's a good thing that cat is fat!
Perhaps this garden is magic,
Enchanted for all those within;
Peace and prosperity reign here
And we all become kissing kin.
