Every evening…around 6-ish. I hear them.
Their wings and their whistles.
I don’t know why they choose our block or our roof.
I don’t know what brings them – every.single.night.
I don’t know where they sleep. 
I don’t know what they eat. 
They don’t really even bother me!
Except when I walk to the mailbox and I am barefoot.
Their wings and their whistles.I don’t know why they choose our block or our roof.I don’t know what brings them – every.single.night.I don’t know where they sleep. I don’t know what they eat. They don’t really even bother me!Except when I walk to the mailbox and I am barefoot. That is when I truly know – where they have truly been and left me a souvenir.
(Lesson Learned! Wear shoes!)
Blessings to you! You are loved!
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