The high woods are bathed in sunshine it is such a beautiful day
The rufous whistler he is whistling his song to his identity a give away
His kind often whistle before rain and storm perhaps a change in the weather is near
One knows it will rain in warm Summer weather when the songs of the birds one does hear
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A message of whispered warnings here. Please read a world without people of mine. Thanks for sharing
Francis Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up