Our efforts are attentive and cautious.
An eye out for what’s next.
A crossroad is ahead.
I remember the Woolybear.
That closed years ago, we’d have breakfast there.
Just to try it. A spot alone in the country.
A bird just flew against the window.
A real whap; I hope it’s all right.
I jumped, saw it fly to the bush out front.
Now it’s here picking berries.
Gasing up for a flight south.
Every body’s working.
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