All the small birds converge on a birch tree to scold some hidden thing. It never stirs. They drift away. Sunlight settles on the leaves.
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All the small birds converge on a birch tree to scold some hidden thing. It never stirs. They drift away. Sunlight settles on the leaves.
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I wish to know what this ‘hidden thing’ is — very mysterious.
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Well, it would’ve had to have been pretty small, and the fact that it never stirred suggests it was trying to sleep, so I’m guessing a screech owl.