baby birds tucked in the fig tree yelling tweeting at the top of their tiny bird lungs
little beaks automatons
of nature booming from
the hard green fig tree
as i remained faceless
from the gray black trunk
of that biblical tree
i peeped itsy bitsy baby bird
feets hanging on to knots of wood these baby birds browner than brown and oranger than orange
such a concert hall cacophony of teeny tweet tweet prayers
words less spoken 
Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport — Oh! with whom
William Wordsworth
Quite the find, Marisela. You must have stared in awe at such a discovery.
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Yes it was amazing I learned that I dont stop to witness miracles as often as I should xo
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Beautifully evoked
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Thank you friend xo
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You’re very welcome.
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Great use of the prompt!
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Wonderful writing, so descriptive.
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Thank you friend 🙂
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I love watching my birds every day. Liked this.
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