Winter Birds

Winter birds
Like clods of dirt
Strewn about the sky,
Black against
The oatmeal sky,
Travel together.
In a rush,
They surround us
When we are alone,
Their presence,
Unwanted, but
Welcomed anyway.
In a rush,
They travel back,
We are still alone,
Bird watching,
Sky watching, till
Another winter.
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