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A Private Club

Birds flying here and there,
landing on branches to
chirp and bare, their heart.
A private club among the trees
with their own private code.
 
Silly humans too busy
to feel their secret joy,
too deaf to hear the
symphony of bird song,
a gala of sound
and pure delight.

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