flock
of feathered friends,
whether
fair weather or not,
have flown,
south,
flown north,
east and west as
well,
some, or rather
many have gone
underground or been
turned into ash
floating mysterious
into the air.
at times, you feel
as if you are the lone bird
on the wire.
wondering
where they've all gone,
pondering how quickly
they've taken wing
and disappeared.
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