Birds of a FeatherA Poem by PeteThe birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation. - Thoreau![]() I've got a bird for winter. Another for spring. Bringing me everything. Flying earth in a wheelbarrow. Injecting life's deep marrow. Thank Heaven ... ... his eye is on the sparrow ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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