In the spring, there were baby birds
not dead leaves.
Wisteria makes a wonderful hidey-hole for birds;
dense foliage, sturdy branches
The Towhees love it.
I hear them through my open window,
cheerfully chirruping the rising sun.
© 2011, Liza Lee Miller.
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