Birds and squirrels foraging for grains I threw out from my window I am mother nature pushing up some harvest for the unsuspecting creatures reap the bounty of my blessings like a god they'll never see me I'm obscured by the reflection of the sky they care not of the origin of the oats or why they're bitter but they know they give the energy and sometimes give the jitters they could never comprehend the process they were formed by or their purpose or why I threw the rest of them away
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