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A CERULEAN SIGH

Yosemite valley by kmm625

 

A CERULEAN SIGH

 

Mountains reach for the sky,

Arms reaching so high.

White cotton balls drifting by

On a Cerulean sigh.

 

The cold air hits my face

As I pick up my pace.

I must get home soon post haste

Before my nest falls to waste.

 

Babies wait for mother

And not any other.

Beaks open wide for some food,

Squeaking in their frantic mood.

 

I can see my nest from here.

I soar down as I draw near.

Little heads bop up and down

As I dive closer to ground.

 

Chirps of joy greet my ears,

Helps allay any fears

That an intruder entered my domain.

I am happy that all appear the same.