RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Preening And Primping - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Two birds perched in a tree, branches bare because winter
has not yet left.
Preening and primping, shaking from the cold and rainy
Raindrops falling upon them, washing their feathers and
wetting them thoroughly.
Heaven sent, rain water spent on cleaning earth in a much
purer atmosphere has also cleansed these two birds.
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