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Observing a friend at sun up.

My little friend so nice to see.
Awaiting the sun tiny Towhee.

Feathers fluffed into a ball.
On a branch he sounds his call.

Catlike mews make his presence known.
Flitting from branch to the ground alone.

Foraging the grass for bugs to eat.
Then back to the tree taking a seat.

Repeating his almost scolding call.
Warming rays quicken his bawl.

Scanning surroundings with his red eye.
Taking wing again into an azure sky.

Wishing I could have his freedom.
To fly free with him in his kingdom.

But alas I have no wings.
So enjoy I will as he sings.

I too await the warming sun.
Totally in awe so much fun.

Will watch again at tomorrow's light.
As you flit and play with pure delight.

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