This morning was
quite unlike the last.
Stooping branches held
no breath of song.
No trills, no calls,
no sudden flutter flaps
of wings beating air.
Silence only broken
by the hushed quiver
that's something's wrong.
The wind lifted to
stir the birds awake,
to shake their perches
off their quiet
interlude,
but all to no avail.
For the sprays to kill weeds
and baits to kill
rodent pests as well,
had...
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