Beneath a pure blue sky he sits and sings his morning melody upon a leafless branch
Some notes high soprano and other notes staccato alto while those in the nearby green canopy add their own harmony
He moves from branch to branch stopping between for another verse then suddenly takes silent flight up and around and back again to trill and warble and click his morning song
Author: belindabotzong
I am a writer of historical fiction currently working on a novel based in Washington State from the years of 1900-1945. I love to write poetry and prose inspired by Creation, as well as share in life's journey through grief, mental illness, and travel. I am very blessed to be able to pursue my passion of writing, creating, and sharing my thoughts here.
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