The rioting birds fill the trees.
Spring is, after all, in full swing.
We bob our heads looking where
Their chirps begin, looking as
If we were about to fly away, too
Ready to take wing for a higher
Branch. One hidden by greenery.
Birdsong
The rioting birds fill the trees.
Spring is, after all, in full swing.
We bob our heads looking where
Their chirps begin, looking as
If we were about to fly away, too
Ready to take wing for a higher
Branch. One hidden by greenery.
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