Caution Signs

Be cautious of sadness.
It has grown too large when
birds avoid your yard, even
tempted with suet cakes.
If despair wears itself
paper thin, lures you to ignore
the complicated gifts
of age, illness, solitude
then even the birds sense it
and move across the road
where there is only
midwinter grass. So many birds
we lose count.

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