On the final day of the migration,
Mere miles before the flock reached
That place the sun loved to kiss, one
Fell from the sky back down towards
The earth, a blur of warm brown and
Pale gray, fading quickly into the
Darkest of shadows cast by the
Tallest of trees in the widest of forests.
Some of those trees bent down,
To mock or to spy, while the others
Stood tall and shook their leaves.
“Tsk, what a shame—a bright one
Who forgot how to fly.”
About the Creator
Toria Rainey
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