I hear a new bird. It doesn't sound the usual chirpy and I bet its lost its way. I bet all my dreams on this. You know how the rustling grass sounds like, right? You would because ever since you left the grass has been greener on your side. But I won't envy the rain that nourishes the grass beneath you. I'll plant a few flowers on my side, instead and watch them bloom, their fruits ripening, their seeds bursting open. The seeds scatter. A birdsong (2) #yqbaba #abirdsong #musings #yourquotebaba #poetsofinstagram #yqpowrimo #thecoldair