I enjoy watching birds they remind me of young children, so free in their joyful play.
Cold Crisp Winter, Birds fly low Crowding the feeder, Chirping in the thicket branches; Fleeting freely, wearing fluffy feathered winter wings; Spiraling patterns, meandering flight, rising and falling in the open sky. February 24, 2017 Submission for Contest: F-Form Fibonacci Sponsored by: Broken Wings
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