This entry is part 3 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

Nuthatch at the window,
probing under the sill
for frozen bugs and pupae,

one eye on the glass
where, behind the bare trees,
my bare face swims up—

that odd ice
on a sideways pond
with its year-round winter…

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