GREY WINGS

Creaking crackling note

Rising hesitantly

Choral

Force building

Bodies flock rising - grey wings

rush of disturbed air

patter of scat

Sky resonating with sound

Calling, forming

Arrowheads of destination

purpose

wind of feathered pinions

Pressing down

Leaving

fanning

whooping

solid wall

cloud of down

Concerted

Aimed

Leave. Leave now

It is

Time

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