POETIC BIRD

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POETIC BIRD

The poet took down his sign for the last time. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. No. The street was empty, and sadly silent. A bird suddenly appeared, hopping this way and that, finding a few seeds left behind by the noisy crowds of earlier that day. As the poet watched the bird more closely, a story began to form in his mind; and out of the story a poem took shape. Grabbing his notebook, he scribbled out the poem, and then put his sign back up. 

Location: Oregon Cascade Mountains, USA

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