Seasons change, and this palm warbler will soon be gone. Our trees and bushes offer a resting spot and some little insect to eat. I watch from my studio, windows flown open with my attempt at feeling closer to them. We are in it together, this full cycle thing. When these drying leaves give up and drop to the ground I'll be thinking of migrating as well. But for now my head is out the window trying to catch the last of the songbirds.
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