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Show 46, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] away in the hills. For a companion there was, of course, the rabbit. And the twenty-odd bird specimens sitting all colorful and reconstituted, from the taxidermist. Gathered at the feet of buildings and TV towers down the flyway. Hey but Dory the live ones are here too. Remember those late babies, the blue-jay twins? Warbonnet and Arrowfeather are in for the peanuts. And there's tomtit and the red-belly. The juncos are scratching in that dance like when the defensive linemen go hopping off sides and back, and the brown creeper goes hitching up the oak with the motion of a telephone lineman. Down at the lake I work at the ice where the geese and wild ducks have come. Overhead, the starlings have learned the sound of creaking trees. Hail, mist, rain, sleet and snow besiege the cabin. And fog. Then it clears, perihelion, y'know? And I see your bright sun behind the snowstorm. In my free time I work on the one-by- three boxes, you remember there was a pair of them living in a hole in the fence-post, those birds of happiness, the |