Covid days
Of window watching.
Spying on the
Bright, loud feathers
Flitting at ease
Uncautious abandon.
Clear, shrill chirps
Birdly Antakshari
Echoing in the fresh, crisp,
Unfettered air.
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*Antakshari (un-taak-sha-ree) is a game of singing songs where the verse/word/letter/sound you end your song off with is the word the next person starts with.
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How our lives have changed.
Very sad.
Nature seems uplifted though 🙂
Thta is very true. Without a lesser pressure of humans around, nature must be celebrating.