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Locked in a dark basement.
A high-window to the window well cracks loose outward.
Dead leaves blow in.
Four blue jays land on the inner sill and die.
I throw the corpses into the well.
They reanimate, fly away.
All but one who returns to die again and again.
It will not fly away.
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