am walking between trees
wider than a dirt road
when sky darkened quick
i look up rustling wings
black birds, then landed
start picking grass seeds
prrrrp that's sound i hear
when they took off easterly
i followed keenly; my eyes
lost them in nearby woods
pondering beauty of flying
as big red fly over me
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