Look at the host of sparrows,
Of different castes, yet in peace,
A murder of crows,
Terrifying but in complete hold of their life,
A charm of hummingbirds,
What a stunning sight to behold,
A convocation of eagles,
Like a royal march of soldiers,
A parliament of owls,
Wonder what matter of theirs,
Need to be resolved with such preciseness.
A vision of absolute freedom,
The way they unfold their wings,
And take flight towards their destination,
Flying across the globe,
Watching the turmoil created by us below,
Who is holding them from falling,
When they soar across the sky?
Birds are of different varieties,
But unlike us,
How do they live very much in harmony, peace and love?
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Birds are yet
To be equipped with
An intellect!
(I'm not saying it's "bad.")
Yes. Thank you, I appreciate your read.
I have to disagree, I find them extremely clever, with brilliant memories, and a network of friends.
Not all peace and harmony though.
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Absolutely beautiful. 🌹
thank you
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