fall flight









cloud-lined highways of sky
witness a thin
shimmering ribbon
did
borne south by ripples
and instinct
you
they reward your stillness
with heralding calls as
flight positions shift
notice?
poppy seeds on the horizon's
uneven row

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  1. I was just staring at the migrating birds yesterday! it if fascinating to watch their precise operation. great poetry!

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  2. i heard them yesterday evening! in their migration. an unmistakable sound...

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