of the mind as they move from thought
to thought, avoiding the sun and those
who might be hunting them for food...
hollow trees are their homes throughout
the year, living with the memories that
afford them a reason to survive... inside
their tiny bodies are the values of life,
carried around from one generation to
another generation, letting their offspring's
the right to choose which tree in which
they want to live and end their lives...
birds fly in and out of the tree limbs of
mind stopping here and there to view
the memories they have created with
their journeys and still they must also
hide from the hunters who seek them
because they don't have the right colors.
January 2, 2024
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