Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, October 24, 2021

Day

The birds migrating 

stopped to say goodbye, 

in the tree tops high 

they had taken flight. 


Surprised by the view

too many to count 

as their silhouette was 

cast against the blue.


They tweeted and chirped

in a roar like sound 

that befuddled me as I

glanced up from the ground.


The sky darkened 

as they went on their way

in this page of life 

documenting a day.

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