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the call

he keeps at it
 
each dawn
 
echoes reach deep
despite the sieve that is the
thick foliage  
sound waves bouncing off
from under the thick canopy's
dancing limbs
 
calling some mate
who's disappeared
for some grub
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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