Bush Spell

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Leaves scratch against
Each other
Irritable from
Waiting
Birds grow shy
Beady eyes search skyward
As if embarrassed
By their song
The air
Breath held
Stilled in
Expectation
A gust
Slight movement in the stillness
A sighing of leaves
A rustling alertness
Then a drop
Or two
Rain

Breaks the spell

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