Crows Talking in the Trees, Wind Chime Singing in the Breeze

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  1. Bowser Life is Fatal. Valued Senior Member

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    Spent a moment taking note of those things in my awareness while standing at the backdoor having a smoke earlier today:

    There were several crows talking in the trees
    The wind chime under the eves was ringing in the wind
    A neighbor some distance away was pounding on a board
    The tree in my other neighbor's yard was swaying in the breeze
    Yellow flowers were blooming on the wild weeds along the fence line
    I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and arms
    My dog was standing at my feet
    I felt the pressure on my shoulder on which I leaned against the door frame
    The neighbor's dog was chewing on a plastic container
    The sky was blue
    The traffic on the nearby highway droned
    A curl of cigarette smoke stung my eye
    Flying insects buzzed around in a cluster under a patch of sunlight
    The patio was littered with broken twigs and other debris
    I coughed several times

    All this and more in the short time I smoked a cigarette. Simply being is an adventure in the most common moments of life
     
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  3. TheFrogger Registered Senior Member

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    A crow was flying along when it landed on a branch. As it sat, a smaller branch entered his bottom. He flapped his wings and squawked. He then proceeded to look about, to see if anyone had seen what had happened, and all he could see and hear was a load of other Crows bouncing on branches, flapping their wings and squalking...
     
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  5. spidergoat Venued Serial Membership Valued Senior Member

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    the continual condition

    all up and down the avenues
    the people are in pain;
    they sleep in pain, they awaken
    in pain;
    even the buildings are in pain,
    the bridges,
    the flowers are in pain
    and there is nothing
    going to
    release it,
    release us;
    pain sits, pain floats, pain
    waits;
    pain is.

    the music is bad
    and the love
    and the script

    in this place now
    as I type this

    or as you read this
    in your place now.


    Charles Bukowski
     
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  7. Michael 345 Looking for Bali in Nov Valued Senior Member

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    I wondered lonely in a crowd

    That walks along both valleys and hills

    When all at once I saw a cloud

    Got connected with my tablet and paid my bills

    Sorry Bill

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