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Clear as daylight.
A cradle rocking
On a treetop.
No baby.
Thank God.
Or was there?
Was the movement the wind,
Or a small living thing?
She felt her heart flutter in
A memory
Of falling.
Heard a rustle and shuddered.
Ran for the
Ladder.
Climbed.
Swallows nesting
In the cradle.
Wide open mouths.
A child’s toy
Flown off a balcony.
Made home.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
And now I am singing the nursery rhyme!
Wonderfully done, Na’ama.
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🙂 Thank you my friend! I’ve been kind’a absent for a bit again. This one (and a bit of free time) reeled me in … 😉
I remember seeing a doll’s stroller swinging on a tree after falling from a balcony and getting snagged in the upper branches. No birds’ nest that I could see … but who knows … This prompt reminded me of it … 🙂
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Hey, yanno… life and all that!
Oh my goodness! So NOT based on the nursery rhyme!
I shall get back to mine (because, yes, I also am inspired to play this one…)
But first. Must shovel. Again. Sigh.
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Oy … poor shoveling you! I’ll be on the lookout from the treetops … for your treetop piece … 😉 (I’ll show myself out …)
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Uh huh… before I shove you off your perch… ❄️🌳🤚
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LOL! And I’d deserve it, too … splat into the snow. 🙂
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💞❄️💞
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😀
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You two! 🙂
I liked this, Na’ama. I can see it happening exactly as you poemed it.
Well done.
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🙂 Glad you liked, Bill! 🙂
(also, if you are referring to Dale and I … I plead eternal nuttiness … at least on my end … 😉 )
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Oh, I get it. 🙂
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🙂
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Sweet.
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Like Dale, I too started singing that nasty nursery rhyme. I was so pleased to find there was no connection! Nice one, Na’ama.
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Whew! Thank you! And … yeah, no babies in cradles on tree tops for me!
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