A single bird, silhouetted
against the sky,
flies north as the
sun begins its
slow ascent. Is he flying to
join his flock or
did he leave his
flock behind? For
now his journey, be it short
or long, is a
solitary
one and he so small.
JDG
A single bird, silhouetted
against the sky,
flies north as the
sun begins its
slow ascent. Is he flying to
join his flock or
did he leave his
flock behind? For
now his journey, be it short
or long, is a
solitary
one and he so small.
JDG
Most touched by “and he so small.” Reassured by “for now”. Thanks, Dabney
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Joan, I too. love to watch the birds!
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