Saturday, 1 November 2025
Relay messaging
A crow is incessantly calling out some warning to others of its kind.. forming a relay messaging in a continuous chain.. i am sitting outside my window.. almost suspended into the world.. can see the traffic moving past.. people as tiny specks.. and a phenomenally heartening tree cover.. interspersed with splashes of colorful flowers.. a home to so many.. a cuckoo calls out its plaintive song.. there is something painfully sweet and beckoning in her voice.. pulling you towards itself.. the parrots scream in glee as they race across the sky.. the sun about to emerge out of the orange curtain of light.. the eagles fly regally.. finding the highest perch to look down on the world.. supreme owners of the sky..
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