The conversation amongst Creation
Ripples through the wood
Chip-chirp, hoot-whoo, back and forth
Speak they, then stop
Perched strong atop
The corner of their branches
To consider whether serving
As her a.m. alarm
Is worthy
Of their majesty
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I simply love your style. I love poetry like this, you simply describe one little thing, but with such amazing accuracy and well used verbosity.
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