For days, I've watched a beautiful blue-tailed lizard hike around my garden. Today, a plain, gray, ugly bird swooped down from the pine, carrying the lizard away in its beak. The lizard's bright, near-neon tail was left writhing amongst the dead leaves.
On the turntable: Natalie MacMaster, "Blueprint"
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