birds and snow

they have come. all of them, the tits and sparrows and the greenfinches. they look into my room and tell me one story – it will be cold soon. it will snow. here. soon.

they invade my privacy, enter my room, knock on my window, startle me out of sleep – their message urgent and vital.

and i still love them. even when it snows.

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