Migratory Birds

Migratory birds,

I know they are absurd,

Yet I heed every word they sing,

For there is nothing to say,

With a mind in decay,

No idea to relay,

When they glance at your face,

They’re yesterday’s dinosaur,

Flitting about searching for sunshine upon a wing

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