Romanced by a Phoebe
Each spring he serenades me in gray tails, a creamy shirt, and a gray cap. His brown eyes are hopeful. He uses our courtyard as his amphitheater, where his voice broadcasts across the front of our property. He moves to the back of the house, sits on a balcony railing, and sings again. He will […]
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