Where Do Birds Go
Where do birds go,
Late, late, at night?
Do they hide behind the clouds, of a dark, starry night?
Or, are they just out for a flight?
Oh, you will hear them chirp, chirping away,
What is their language, what words do they say?
Are they chatting about their schedules, for the next Son-filled day?
Where do birds go,
Late, late at night?
Up to the heavens,
As they say, goodnight.
Copyright © Jennifer Randal-Thorpe | Year Posted 2017
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