it's already late morning
the sun is still shying away
i wonder why, maybe clouds
i open my window and look
feathery clouds moving east
maybe blocking the brightness
as usual chirpers are busy
with their youngs like mothers
singing lullaby or giving lecture
i'm so sure they vary their tunes
grass is getting thicker, greener
frontyard tree has grown leaves
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