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hunger pains
the song of spring
still just a whisper, teasing
with a sun that shines through chilly days.
each hungry bird waits patiently for
new growth, new life, new seed.
soon, i tell them, soon
we will eat our fill
on endless
days.
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Beautiful . . . I could hear birdsong this morning evening though it’s dark, grey and raining.
You’ve woven these words together beautifully and handed me the hope of spring. Thanks!
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All together wonderful!
What an adorable little
feller!
The sun has finally come out once again! I need to go
out and shoot a few thing! 😉
Chickadees are so darn adorable!
thing(s)!
so beautiful
that is the shape i love in a bird…
Such a sweet image and hopeful poem!
Still just a whisper. Snowing here – funny April Fool’s joke – HA!
Beautiful prose and photo! I love watching all the birds at our feeder. They’re so charming. Tigger the cat, thinks they are very amusing, also!
oh our wee feathered friends have such a friend in you …
thank you … xoxo
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beautiful, both words and image
Beautiful! Love the soft blues created by the texture. Nice!