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Living and Dying

The nighthawks have returned, I hear their sharp trills at night

Alone sitting in the darkness , they keep me company

Their fragile feathered bodies nest on the ground in daytime

Camouflaged to match the earth , they hide in plain site

Just as I am unseen sitting here in the fresh night air

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