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Barred owl calls in the distance.

Displaced from the pine tree by the annoying hawks

they’ve had their babies elsewhere and I only now

and again hear their romantic calling, who who who.

More evidence for the Law of Impermanence, a

happy idea when times are grim but one we’d like

to forego when things are just as we like them.

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