Windshield

A splatter

on the unsuspecting glass,

Reveals the path wherein the bird did pass,

Met with disgust

And then a frenzied cleaning,

Another splotch

onto the pane did settle,

A second glance

Revealed a soft, pink petal

Met with delight

A sign of spring trees preening.

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