REALITY: Morning Traffic

A blue heron draws a line above the treed horizon; long legs dragging through the blue. If only he would learn to lift his feet he’d fly much faster.

A sparrow perches on the ball of the umbrella pole. Chest puffed out, in his mind he is an eagle.

Bluejays streak camouflaged against the morning sky.

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