March dribbles - 7

Big tree, medium shadows; little boy kneels down. Tiny bird, wriggling worm; he watches with a frown. Bird tugs hard. Worm backs down, wriggling underground. Cold winter yard, just thawing with sun, just damp with rain; little boy’s knees are getting muddy again. Then the bird tugs, gulps, flies away.

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