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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