I wonder what the birds say
To one another
In the morning.
I so often
Miss them
By sleeping in.
I overheard conversation
This morning
The sparrows
The crow
The singular blue jay.
Now they are silent
Other noises
Overtake them.
Often they start again
Toward evening
By then
I am occupied
With other things.
I wonder what they say
Then.
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