Fluttering Past the Window
Out of the corner of my eye
birds flutter past my window,
by the time I see them
they disappear, when the wind blows.
They could be robins
maybe even crows,
they could also be black birds
but I wouldn't really know.
It doesn't really matter to me
what type of birds they were,
all I know is Spring's here
for right now, the birds are a blur.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.29/2016
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