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After dinner I walk in the
garden.
A vagrant breeze stirs my
hair.
A surprised rabbit scampers
away.
A covey of birds rustles up
into the air.
I feel that I am an intruder
In their domain.
Phyllis adds, "As I walked, the muse pulled gently at my mind, and the poem flowed along, It was good to be tuned in.