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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
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2017
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