Where do the birds go at night?
I've never seen one out
No sparrow, no eagle.
Perhaps once an owl.
The cheerful flutter of wings
that passes with the day,
Darting and diving towards the sun,
Tweeting their tunes of play.
When darkness floods the sky
And snuffs the light to black,
Where do all the birds go?
Why in the dark do they lack?
I've searched every tree hole
Not one branch is perched
I've seen many bats
But cannot find the birds.
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This is a mystery. They come from heaven and appear everyday. A wonderfully crafted write. We all should observe nature and write beautiful poems about our thoughts.+++10