gray blue birds chirping low
blends to grass vanish below
stuttering tails, a quick feet
hopping from branch to leaf
i pause to watch what's next
a tweet, a glance and she left
crispy leaves cracking beneath
leaving footprints layered mess
shadow behind it says past noon
happy am i, i will be home soon
moss are blotches on tree trunks
sun is clear and i thanks clouds
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