For India-Ancestral Kestral

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FOR INDIA—ANCESTRAL KESTRAL

Ah, to be a kestral

To fly with rosy breast

I’d love to be a kestral

With you it would be best

We’d twitter and we’d flutter

We’d ululate and fly

We’d sing a riff of Gurdgief

And eat blueberry pie

Ah, to be a kestral

With rosy breast ahoy

But to transmute local color,

I’d have to be a boy!!!

—Joanie Fritz Zosike

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