The white one with the long black tail
persued by the smaller hawkish one
rushes among the trees,
heart twittering at vibration rates,
data flicking, information filters.
Dodge with frenzy, bits
of straw dangling from beak.
You think this is
romance, in the deep green of May.
Bits of blood over gelatine,
cold black eyes.



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