I am, I feel…

The spreading tree branches transmogrified
by several huge rook nests colonized.
This pot-bellied pig was in a swivet;
I need help which he tried to solicit.
(based on a true story)
When the wind whispers I am enamored;
leaves “rustling” are a pleasing pattern.
Small black birds, in Autumn, staggering;
swirling flight heightened by their chattering.
Chasing the ball, the dog is determine,
to catch and hide his prize, no small burden.


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