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by Jeannie E. Roberts

July breezes
sway branches.
Before her,
leaves stir.

Clouds drift,
shift in silence;
sun yields
where white swells.

Finch flies
from the thicket.
Hawk circles
the sky.

Squirrel leaps
upon timber;
bark breaks
where claws climb.

Bell chimes
in the briar;
tail twitches
near wren.

Sparrow warns
from the woodlands,
She's loose,
forest friends!


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