It starts with the wind gently rushing through the green leaves
feathered maestros awaken in nests and trees
no electronic devices needed here
as chirping chums share news around the bird bath
and as they fly into the morning blue
the song begins to take shape
a tale of a glorious blue sky moment
twittered by the chorus that’s come together
and are residing on the roof to perform
The Inkwell 
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