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I sow in measured furrows deep
You land upon my tender sleep
White seed tails around you creep
And steal the labels as you leap
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In measured furrows, deep and neat
Half-buried labels, deadwood stake
You scratch the mulch with tiny feet
Until my careful rows awake
Now, hungry pigeons, go
Watch their silver shadows show
Steal every packet from the soil
Turn my careful work to spoil
I space the basil in broad beds
You peck my labels off their heads
Black pepper feet disturb the roots
And every hopeful basil shoots
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I thread the vines on bamboo poles
You peck the ties to hanging holes
Green cukes roll from underneath
My seedling markers you impeach
Now, bold-hungered pigeons, go
Past the squash and strawberry show
Chip the seed and take your meal
Scatter husks beneath the wheel
I test the soil with composted grit
You peck the labels, feathered wit
Gray feet cross every garden bit
Until no marker stays where it sits
Now, busy pigeons, go
Where the fennel shadows grow
Gather seeds beneath the plow
Scatter half and slowly throw
Your flock arrives before the light
I close the gate and trim it right
Every packet looks too bright
Like bait beneath the apple tree's height
At the garden gate, you go
Through the larch and rosemary row
One green line begins to show
Till the sleeping garden grows
I spread fresh mulch, deep and wide
You settle on the fence aside
My patient rows no longer hide
With one clean seed left by my side
Now, hungry pigeons, go
Watch their silver shadows show
Steal every packet from the soil
Turn my careful work to spoil
But spare the seeds I've set to grow
And let my quiet harvest show
One seed is all the birds may take
A small green bargain, not a break
The gate clicks softly, evening deep
Two small tracks divide the row
Patience keeps one tender heap
While pigeons circle, chin below
