... resting on the roof of the birdhouse / the first snowfall
... on the perch outside the entrance a small mound balances in the wind
... inside, the emptiness grows
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I don't think of it as emptiness...just a patient waiting for the next family to arrive in the spring. But it is empty...and cold.
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes we are seeing and feeling this on the inside, momentary though it might be. :) xx
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