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What do birds see? perhaps more than we can know and what of their dreams? are they full of worms and juicy slugs? are there also nightmares of predators and windstorms destroying all they've built? given a choice I'd probably be a robin waking in that well built nest shared with eggshell blue waiting for the warmth the return of the reddish feathered breast or perhaps a catbird is closer to my truth a wordy bird behind the black bead of an eye taking it all in confident Arizona will be there
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
what do birds see?
What do birds see? perhaps more than we can know and what of their dreams? are they full of worms and juicy slugs? are there also nightmares of predators and windstorms destroying all they've built? given a choice I'd probably be a robin waking in that well built nest shared with eggshell blue waiting for the warmth the return of the reddish feathered breast or perhaps a catbird is closer to my truth a wordy bird behind the black bead of an eye taking it all in confident Arizona will be there
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
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