The wind blows with all its might…
Trees swaying and bending, oh so tight
The cry of birds screeching with sorrow
Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…
Whatever it is, it's not so bad
Live Life to the Fullest
The wind blows with all its might…
Trees swaying and bending, oh so tight
The cry of birds screeching with sorrow
Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…
Whatever it is, it's not so bad 
A most beautiful poem, Amy. Short but packed with meaning.
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Thank you. I have never written poetry. On my blogging 101 assignment, we had to pick something that is different from are other posts. At first, I could not think of anything besides, “roses are red, violets are blue…lol.
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Lol! I can imagine. Just start and then you will see how you grow.
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“Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…” This is my favorite line of the poem. It makes me think of when I worked with rescued cats and kittens. We were always trying to get them adopted. I would fervently hope all the time that they would find a home the next day.
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We have been dealing with feral cats lately. There have been some in our area, so my neighbors have put out food and shelter for them. With the cold weather, I am always hoping they find a warm place to sleep.
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