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Poem: Four Seasons 

In a nest of twigs

Baby birds open their mouths;

Blind, hopeful, chirping.


A red apple sits

On the sill of the window,

The orchard beyond.


A tiny field mouse

Covers himself in dead leaves

Frightened by my step.


Snowfall overnight—

Bird tracks with prints of cat paws

Following softly...

  • A poem by iANThe.

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