"The Birds"
The Birds bear down me early in the park. Taking night in before it's on its way out. Feathers flocking out across the sky I seem something brewing, deep at first - but not stopping.
Gotta slow steady course.. steeming through the wind and rumbling under the earth. The wavy of change takes by force un-heeding and keeping with the wind of time.
Smiling to myself under a stretching sun, peeking to me over on the edge.. and it's gone for good.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring
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