In daybreak’s glow
Whispers of the new day
A sleeping world stirs
Act one of the play
And I sing
Off key, out of tune
And made up words
To the first birds
Some answer in kind
With tones much sweeter
Than I may find
Stoic Poetry
The Song
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
Bird talk is always so lively and refreshing. 🙂
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