I wait and watch for a streak of color. Darting from orange trees to palms, teasing me with a burst of playful chatter an octave higher than the rest.
In early mornings and late afternoons their love is on patrol. Campaigning for an end-of-summer fling before racing past the pool, back to school, purely from a distance.
Their tweets are the only ones I care to hear or ponder. For they live unencumbered, flying above the fray, pausing briefly to whisper true stories between the leaves.
Mark Johnson Stories 
Beautiful.
On Mon, Aug 10, 2020 at 1:31 PM Mark Johnson Stories wrote:
> Mark Johnson posted: ” I wait and watch for a streak of color. Darting > from orange trees to palms, teasing me with a burst of playful chatter an > octave higher than the rest. In early mornings and late afternoons their > love is on patrol. Campaigning for an end-of-summer fling” >
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Thank you, Carol.
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