wings flapping silent
with their movement...
others, hidden on limbs
chirp out their departure
flight controllers or
nonchalantly noisy;
drops hitting drops
hitting water on the ground
other surfaces too
all around...
there is no escape
as the skies shed tears
and we watch from inside
protective enclosures
like animals in a zoo
to those who fly by us;
trees without leaves stand
transfixed as they have for
decades admiring the beauty
of that which lives around
its roots, deep in the soil
waiting to be returned to those
who had temporarily escaped.
20March20
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