Yellow beak, black spot,
light grey feathers ruffled by the wind -
we don't really know each other,
but I've missed you while you've been gone.
I wonder where you've spent the Summer
and how your mate and chicks have faired -
did they succumb to a storm or a passing hawk?
Or did they grow up strong,
and are now taking their first long flight from home?
As I
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