The April sun streams
Today is a day of fools
And birds clamoring
Gravity bends sunlight
Striking soft, the rounded world
It is cool outside
Kitty is sleeping
Twitching, dreaming of bird friends
Feathered play and bones
Withered apples fall
Dark red fruit cast to the ground
As small as cherries
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