I sit among the bushes
and I listed to the birds.
Chirping their opinions
in a mass of foreign words.
Soldiers marching one by one,
underneath their nest.
Birds are picking out a target...
"Which of these looks best?"
Pigeons perched upon a ledge,
cooing out a song.
Soldiers standing in formation
listening all day long.
God has issued angels wings,
and voices from Heaven.
These chirps have helped me through
the weeks, and the days... all seven.
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