On the roof of the shed,
under a bough bending with leaves,
one of the neighborhood cats likes
to stretch out in the middle of the day.
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Once when we came home,
we saw another nest flung from
the high pine—night herons
pummeled by wind.
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Even the ghosts of cicadas are tenacious—
the shells they left behind as they pushed
their new bodies out remain
hooked to leaves.