Me a Flock

I sit, I smell, I gaze, I feel. Each feeling-a bird you can not steal. Me- a flock, of thought, and sight. Each time I move, the birds take flight. Each bird- a place, a time of day. No bird can ever fly away. We move as one through the cold. So many birds- I feel so old. Sometimes- a bird tags far behind. Thus, the flock is never blind- to where each bird is in its place. Because no one can be replaced.