Awakened this morning to nearly a hundred black birds making their Spring journey north. It was quite breathtaking to see them all gathered in the boughs of the trees taking respite, than a chorus began as they took flight on their journey.
Birds Fly Migrating On open sky A chartered course found Resting on lofty winter boughs Swooping like magical kites, a swirling dance of flight With miles still to go, fearless in their mission, cackling caws singing in synchronized rhythm. March 20, 2017
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