Number Seven
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[birds chirping in the morning in New York City}
The birds, the birds, the birds. Today I got up at the same time as the birds. I mean, they woke me up. Singing their songs, talking their mess, first thing in the morning.
I really love it when I can wake up like this. With my eyes still closed, sitting back and hearing their songs.
I'm wondering what songs the birds are singing. I know I've heard it before but even the same song sung twice ain't really the same song.
The vagrant birds have been coming out recently. The vagrants are the ones that fly off course. So when they should be flying North they end up flying a little too far Northeast and they end up in the "wrong place".
But what's wrong about it? If you can fly anywhere, how are you ever in the wrong place?
