Devan Marie Edwards

Flock Like A Ravin

Wings black as the night sky
Dreams bright as the morning sun
Soaring, weaving in and out of clouds
Destination awaits
Nose diving into something unfamiliar, something new
To land upon a grassy knoll
Pecking at a worm, with endless possibilities
To push off the ground and flock back into the morning dew
Only to ponder on the thought of when this flight will be over

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