Day o' warmth

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The outside,
I breathe it's warm air into my lungs,
Let me inhale, whilst the birds fly free.
A bird amongst a flock, signals a squawk to alarm their morning call.
I heard another,
with my eyes to rest,
soundly they sing, further more distant as they flew to their trees.

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