Prit-ty, Prit-ty

Cerulean blue skies,

Crisp, fresh air,

Nature’s musicians twittering

As I climb the apartment staircase.

Mid-step, I stop . . . listen . . .

Brit-ney, brit-ney,

Britney?

Silence my steps,

Turn towards the sounds,

Hold my breath,

Listen . . .

Prit-ty, prit-ty!

Who me?

Why thank you!

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