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Tiny Life The branch broke, the limb fell, and the world changed. Small sounds inside, crying, "chirping for mom". Yet, she will not come. There is no place to come back to. There is only the tree, without its arm, which held her peaceful home, until the storm came. Father returned also. He looked all around, except for the ground... as birds live in trees, not on their knees. He was broken, and he was sad, but he left, and moved on. The crying finally stopped. A sad ending to small voices, but the cat was happy, and the kittens purred.

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Date: 6/11/2022 8:51:00 PM
'The limb fell and the world changed!' Truly earth-shattering. Quite the poet's angle on a seemingly mundane event. Thanks, Ann.
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