Birds Fly Past

Fast in winged flight birds fly past
Dots in the sky there’s lots;
Bringing their voices to rhythmic ringing
Belt the chirping loud I felt
Sounds from above I stand on the grounds
Listening to their music as I caught feathers glistening
Through branches to which they flew
Sitting; chirping a tune so fitting
I hum with them as I look for them.

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