March dribbles - 24

Traffic silenced, freeways far away in country green. Water burbles, drifting brook. Birds sing. Birds screech and sing. So many birds sing.

He lies reading a book while shadows fade and daybreak begins. Birds sing again. So many birds sing.

He staggers to the window, begs for silence; birds sing.

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