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Bud- in

Sitting vista streched wide before me

Range of tall naked.trees stirred

Flexing fingers

Long, fragil,

Strong enough to hold new born babes

Nest mothers shaping in boughs

Across the street old un used garage

Small hole in roof missed by most

Mrs.Robin uses the old nest

Nestly under the corner of the shabby, tin roof

I have seen her in years pass

Gliding into the lip where wood meets roof

Over and ober ever constant

Feeding her babies

Pays no mind to me watching

Then Bam!

As if by magic

Leaves cover those trees

Briefly without leaves

Nest hidden from view

With in a wink

Before brushing dried tears

Those babies inthe nest top of old garage

Not flown

Not free

Soaring

Singing

Iowa skies

Choral voices melodic

Like young voices once heard

Upon Luther College campus

One day

Again my college will

Seranade humans as birds do daily.

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Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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