Like storm-rusted pulleys

protesting the precept

to get back to business

the starlings complain.

Like soot-covered clothespins

they clamp on bare branches

waiting out winter

and stoic toward spring.

Regardless of seasons

capricious or constant

starlings survive simply

doing their thing.

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