I hear them flitting closer,
With each familiar call.
If it wasn't for the forests,
I wouldn't see them at all.
They keep their distance from me,
For it's my kind they've learned to fear.
How I wish they'd learn to love me,
For this I'd give my years.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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