the tweeting sounds of
birds nudge open the day;
dark clouds suspended high,
gentle winds breeze below;
rays of sunlight seep through
clouds like adventurous kittens
who have no father figure;
a water-environment quietly
oozes dry as forecasts predict more rain
and summer minds dwell on what
they think they have been missing;
deja vu reports belch out negativity
and false bravado censorship as we
hear what "they" want us to hear,
never questioning who "they" are
or who "they" actually represent;
the tweeting sounds have stopped
and the day is upon us all and we are
again given a chance at reconciliation.
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