Susan Marie Molloy

Life in the Oasis

The Birds

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A couple mornings ago, as I was getting ready for my workday, I heard a rather smallish flock of birds merrily chirping away. The crescendo enveloped the air, then decreased, then built up again. This continued for a good five minutes as I looked out each window and the patio door, hoping to catch the happy songbirds. One of my dogs even looked at me cockeyed with a tilted head. He wondered, too, where those birds were. My last checkpoint was the bathroom window. “Oh, yeah, I thought, “We left it open overnight. Those birds are below the window.”  
As I walked into the bathroom to peek out the window, I saw my cell phone on the countertop, lit up and “alarm” glowing on the screen. I then remembered that I reset the audio part of my alarm to “Birdsong” the night before. Virtual birdsong. No real birds outside.  

Happy 2017! 


Author: Susan Marie Molloy

I am an observer, a writer, and a poet. My latest poetry books, "Engaged," "Indigo Fantasy," "Life in the Oasis," "Gallery Night," "God of the Sea," "Solitary Walks," and "Grapes Suzette" and my short stories, "The Green Gloves" and "The Crowd of Turin" are now available on Amazon. Check them out. Buy them. Read them. Send me your thoughts. I look forward to hearing from you.

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