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Table for One
A downy woodpecker zooms in to the suet cage hanging on the holly bush outside my window. He lands, positions himself upside down and pecks away. He leaves. Returns. Does this several times. It’s breakfast. A few hours later, he’s back. Lunch. Sometimes a quick nosh in mid-afternoon. He returns in the early evening for supper.
We are on the same schedule.
fifty-seven years
of eating together
from snacks to feasts
we shared a love—
my cooking, his eating
Cattails
