Master’s Glove by Gregg Hake
Free at last from master’s glove
She pumps her way to branch above
And once upon her wooden perch
She shakes her tail and starts the search.
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Gregory Hake 
Delightful! I’m an avid poetry fan and thoroughly enjoy yours; and your point of view.
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nice
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