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Home is Where the Heart is
By Brenna Cooper
Home is relaxing.
Sometimes very noisy, but still peaceful,
Cold and warm,
I hear the birds chirping.
I look out and see them in basking in the sunlight.
The birds fly away into the spacious sky,
Spooked by dogs barking and people yelling,
Saddened by the birds departure,
I walk away from the window.