Yesterday, the nestlings
were talking with their mom.
Thus, they used to express their love to her.
It sounded like tweetie, tweetie, tweet!
Beside my window on a branch of a tree,
I see them everyday….
Their mom with bits of grain,
came this afternoon to
feed them.
But, none was there.
Their nest was on the ground.
I saw blood on the paws
of my neighbor’s cat!
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