soaring wings felt wind
joy overflowing; a whim
windows open for view
a glimpse for tomorrow
breeze subsides; standstill
birds slowly back to nest
doing what they do best
that is nurture their fill
beaks carried away, a bit
tender feather touch; aches
purse beaks, hid in shadow
with open eyes to the blue
sky clear as it in beginning
doubting feathers longing
gaze, dream one more day
lovely faces i love to see
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