LOOKOUT looking out from a window in the treetops where just this morning a host of blackbirds came through moving from branch to branch never stopping only resting a minute then flying off through the fog over our ripple in the hills their calls to each other were unceasing they held the flock together and not one stayed behind a few minutes and they were gone but left some shit a few unnecessary feathers and a chill in the heart since their passing seemed a warning
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