Talking to the birds

I'm waiting for a mockingbird to talk back to me. I'm singing Mozart and Verdi and really being listened yto, but so far there's only silence and stares.

As for the gentle hawk I whisper sweet thank yous for showing up and letting me look at such beauty. I know the hawk was watching out for lunch, but while I was there it was a posing, staring, looking gorgeous.

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