Hundreds of birds
Crowded the sky with their chatter.
Taking a break from their flight
All perched on bare trees, and bushes.
Few minutes rest, and as if a magician
Had moved them with their wand,
All flew away leaving the trees bare
And the blue sky void, as if
Nothing had happened.
But it transforms the memory
Of an ordinary day into a beauteous one.
3. 31. 2021
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