Each evening a few birds

come and clean the porch

of fallen seed before 

retiring for the night.

The squirrels will return

in the morning, but they 

think such evening work

is for the birds.

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If hearts were open

and mouths were mostly closed,

what a different world it would be.

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The wind whispers 

 that soon rain will come.

The trees shiver in expectation

as the sky slowly darkens.

It won’t be long now.

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The squirrels and birds were

happily dining until

the rain rudely interrupted.

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Slowly rising mist

reveals two enamored geese

returning from their honeymoon.

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In this web we weave,

however small,

we make our home –

anxious or restful,

large or small.

JDG