As clouds gather
the finches grow louder.
I need a nap.
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- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
That fits today as well as yesterday. The color of the sky must be scaring the birds.
ReplyDeleteOr when the sky grows dark and the clouds build up, the normal chatter of the birds begins to seem more ominous...
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