Up on Prospect Hill
the foliage had vanished
(as it always had)
but that was decades ago
and now the birds were gone too
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Tuesday Twiglet #298
~ a bare hill ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Sad picture. Sad poem. Very effective.
So much said in a few lines. Well done.