And the crows’ calls, even before you open your eyes, at sunup.

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Iowa City: Early April
Robert Hass 
This morning a cat—bright orange—pawing at the one patch of new grass in the sand-and tanbark-colored leaves.
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And last night the sapphire of the raccoon’s eyes in the beam of the flashlight.
He was climbing a tree beside the house, trying to get onto the porch, I think, for a wad of oatmeal
Simmered in cider from the bottom of the pan we’d left out for the birds.
(poetry diary  223-4/1/32)

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