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Hungry Mouths by Melissa Guillet

Three beaks ascend
at my mimicry squawk,
open like scissors
to paper-crisp air.
Later we find the mother looking
serene sheltering her trio.
I tell my children to look
but do not touch.

The father frequents
the tree above
my daughter’s swing.
I admire the color this blue jay brings
to a green, flowerless summer,
to several weeks of rain,
clean his shit off
the plastic seat and [...]