Two Birds Building Nests
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She is in the tin birdhouse
I strung up on a bended branch
I know this by her putterings
As she builds her nest
Busy is she
Engaged in her crafting
As too, am I
Two birds building nests
Both having endured the harsh winter
The softening spring allows for song
I hear hers but who hears mine
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