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Birds

  • swhitby8
  • Dec 21, 2023
  • 1 min read

Scott Whitby, 2023


Birds pour down,

like a rain of

feathers, but with wings

...and they sing


They sit at my window

and say their songs,

practicing mostly

for the girls


I watch and I listen

and I wonder

how such small throats

make those loud notes


Then they leave

all at once

Screeching, they flee

to the tops of the trees

 
 
 

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