some bird decided to pick my gutter
off the second
floor to be his
home.
all day he's flying
in twigs
and leaves, dried brush
building, working hard.
fluttering his wings and giving
off sighs of exasperation.
he's a noisy fellow.
getting the nest ready
for the wife and family.
and where's the Mrs.
out shopping probably.
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