Birds fly in, then fly out
Seeds are there, then gone
They’re out.
I’m sitting here
Watching, watching
All the goings-on
Go about.
They don’t know
I’m here
They don’t care
About my life, my goings-on.
Cause they have
Their own life to live
Like sing, find seeds
Fly about.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
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Thanks for sharing your writing. It definitely caught my attention. Thanks so much Anita
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And Thank You for sharing your Holiday, your trip pics!!! Just makes me feel I can almost smell that hot ocean breeze 🥰
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