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Checklist By Thomas Reynolds A sparrow in the eaves with one careless stone. The bobtailed kitten hidden beneath the tire. But until this moment never an owl sweeping out of a ditch at midnight toward the quarry's edge, back to some thick-leaved oak tangled with vines, one knotted limb scattered with bones and fur, cracked mouse skull with one thin hair listing in the breeze. The bumper, scanning air, seizes the thick body. Wings flap furiously. Eyes like black river stones roll across the windshield as if tossed by some bored farm boy, skipping onto pavement in the rear-view mirror five, six, seven times before sinking into the dark.

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