Sounds of Senescence

Moving swiftly across the swamp the sparrow tentatively spreads out his territory; a phonic palisade, which he surveys with vain conviction. Contented in solitude, he slides into symphonic soliloquy; preening at the sumptuousness of his stereotypic performance.   Halfway through the encore An unwanted response echoes his call. Susceptible to …

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