Songbirds
There are songbirds
That live near-by
Whom I count as friends
& will sing goodbye
When I go down the road
And out of town
To this flock
This I ask
Sing high
Sing low
Continue to swoop, dart
Chase & play
Until you too, must go
No need to follow
My feathery friends
It is okay
This, my fate
Perhaps somewhere
Other songbirds wait.
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by Terry McLarnan