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in the afternoon
much later in the day when the sky begins to darken I watch them gathering one by one some in groups some alone and falling behind some in pairs all winging their way towards night rest and roost I wonder is this one lonely what effort does it take each day to get there because all of them must is that one hungry or hurting getting older is this one young and naive many youngsters do not make it to the age of two what would I do and be like if I were one of them life is short and how we cling cleave on when some days it takes so much effort and yet there is the joy in the simple in watching wild things fly to a place they will be safe may be warmth and comfort for it is this that we all look for: the simple the comfort the warmth... the hope of all these things whioch would never come in a box. legal copyright for this poem 2:12AM December 16th 2019 time and date stamped...I believe today is Beethoven's Birthday and it is the remembered birthday of a long-remembered and treasured friend Helen Olson who is one of my old friends I worked with who were The December Ladies...RIP. legal copyright for this writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem
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