My Tweety Birds, So Sweet
Little birds flock atop a tree in the distance, like so many buds, waiting to bloom.
Crows take their leave headed north as day departs.
I don't know where they are flying to.
They stream in from many locations, like cars entering an interstate on their way home.
Sometimes, I see their briefcases.
But this is morning, and the crows are at work, finding food to eat.
My feeder is not out, and I miss my tweety birds, so sweet.
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