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Watching from window to window, curiously wondering if this is a new friend or just a passing fancy.

Busy birds, nesting, chirping, eating and flying quickly through.

We try to chat with them, but without success.  So, We enjoy the moment under the blue, cloudy or rain filled skies, wondering where their fancy wings take them, Pretty Birds.

The Huntresses

An author’s poem – M.L.Merijanian

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