The wind is making the grass whistle allowing the leaves to blow away. The rustle of the leaves is followed by the high-pitched barks of the dog. Bark after bark after bark. Once it calms down I’m able to hear the birds chirping and the squirrels rummaging through the birdseed. Thieves. They think they’re slick when they hop from tree to tree but I see you. I hear you. The kids next door are laughing as they chase each other around in their yard. Screaming in joy as they play in their tree house. It makes me reminisce my childhood. I miss those carefree days.
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