Toffer D. Brutechild
A Creator of Things

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Light to Heavy Rain

Birds peck worms from the field
My hands numb, a reminder of France
I head to my truck from the dugout

What kind of birds?

No idea but Papa would know
We're not talking, I miss him
I type and tap on icons and gradients

Maybe a house sparrow?

They reply to the bird call from my phone
The truck is hot, but my coat is wet
I kill the engine and roll a window

The sparrows fly away

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