Feathers and Flocks

The fluttering wind of a flock of birds wings

Taking to the sky

Scared from the grass

They rise

Feathers stroking, seeking

Height

In the flurry

Forgotten

A bird rests on the ground

She will not rise

Her time has flown

Soft eyes

Closing

It seems a gentle thing

Death

Sad

But really

Isn’t it all just a dream?

Are we part of the flock

Or tokens of something greater

In the end we surrender

Alone

And the flock

Flies on without us

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