Was it last year
Or this morning
That
We woke to hear birds singing?

The breeze through our same window
Shaped curtains into whispers

Some other time than now wondering
How it might end
And
Missed its passing

I watch cats prowl beneath birded trees
Dampening forehead pressed against the
Closed window

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