On Winter’s Margins

Preprogrammed by their own,
parent birds, in oral history’s melody,
have taught summer’s fledglings
where the prince of crumbs resides.

On legs lengthening like reeds,
driven by hunger’s insistent whisper,
trusting two to reach leaves,
a fawn learns to dance with the wind.

Following an impressionable map,
a gift to compensate for inexperience,
with green’s camouflage gone,
an eaglet arrives where a track ends.

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