There are four little birds perched in the treetop’s thin,
bare branches.
Three of them keep fluttering to a new spot. They seem antsy.
One just sits and seems to be waiting for the sun to break
through the clouds.
Now only one remains silhouetted against the brightening
sky.
There is something so intriguing, yet calming,
about watching my feathered friends on wintry mornings.
I thank God for the gift of time to linger, settled in my
comfy corner.
Today, I choose to notice and celebrate the beauty surrounding
me.
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