Different Ways to GO

When I hear the fluttering of bird wings,
Instinctively my soul tries to sing.
The small sparrows hop scotched from bush to bush.
Did my walking inspire them to do such?
Some migratory birds fly in a “Vee”;
Drafting in each other’s “breath” … team-work “TEE”.
A bird in the sky stridently complains.
The cat looked up and wondered at its pain.
Shadows rushed by, like heavy sheets flapping,
A flock of black birds fly [one mind] rushing.

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