5.28.2014

chirping neighbors fill

the night with sound

searching for mates

food, friends, foes

singing their song of

existence.

we are here.

we are here.

searching neighbors

sing a song of worry

scared, anxious,

afraid, insecure

am I here, am I heard

am I here, am I heard.

days to come will sing

of no hurry.

the time will be done.

and we will have been

and been heard.

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