Sandrina Harwood

The high perch is theirs.

A craggy branch where each day

They caw and cuddle.

Dawn brings them, a pair

so committed and loving.

Like clockwork, they come.

An early morningĀ 

confirmation, we are here.

Better together.

Grandma says the sameĀ 

sun dries everyone’s laundry.

Is there peace in that?

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