Through A Window Pane

It is early afternoon, about two PM; I am looking through the window pane, and in the old maple tree there are two pair of doves, looking back at me. Chickadees are flying to and fro, to their branches all covered in snow. Across the old woods road, on and old cedar log, chatters a squirrel, saying look at me. In the background, the sky is baby blue, mingled with a few clouds of grey; It has warmed up; Oh, what a beautiful day.

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I am a 72 year old male who loves the great outdoors and the God who created it! I love to write poems about both. I love writing as a hobby on my blogs!
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