Golden Oriole

I caught a flash
this morning,
did not dare do a double take.
eyes pursued quick flight
from oak to oak.

The song: sweet, loud, tropical; sure.

Dawn light showed
brilliant bright yellow bird body.
Its possibility only shared yesterday,
as if it called ahead.

A quick ruffle through
pages to identify
what faulty sight grubbed

That must be it.

Today, confirmation of agreed fact
made a man
smugly reassured that
others bestowed a name
which he now knows,
excluding all other possibility


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