Harbinger

The storm that brooded over the sea, that lay coiled in the currents which touched the land, had rendered quietness in my garden. Today a querulous crow sat on the wall demanding pigeons, that made homes under air conditioners, step out. The crow entreated dragon flies to bounce the morning sun off their lacy wings.

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