at my window

my yard is a meadow
where the grass grows high
wrens nest in the eaves
of my home
fledged sparrows hop
up the slope outside my window
eating seeds of clematis and goldenrod
crickets sing
all day
safe from the screaming drone
of an urban yard
nature rests and pecks and slithers and preens and
ruffles her wings
and does it
right here
with me.

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