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FOS Cedar Waxwings


Judith Dunham
 

I first heard their high-pitched whistle, then saw them, a flock of twenty or so, shopping for fruit. Right on schedule for my neighborhood: first week in October and among my favorite signs of autumn. Surely, a poet has written about them, say Mary Oliver or Gary Snyder. They deserve a sonnet.

Judith Dunham
Berkeley
(mile south of UC)