Birds of a Feather
Prompt words in red.
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Crow
and
Hawk
sit on a stump.
Raven drums his wings
impatiently.
Jay, his head bobbing in time,
shivers in the mist.
In the distance,
the forest pools
a blur,
as morning casts a ghostly shawl
of grey.
In a streak of tawny feathers,
Owl arrives.
The meeting can begin.
©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
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