Blue-headed vireo

Dave BontaContemplative

The soft notes of a blue-headed vireo lure me away from my desk.

Night’s dust on my glasses turns to a veil of gauze in the noon-time sun.

The stench of manure wafts up from the valley. The vireo snatches insects from the air.

Dave Bonta

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