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Don't they ever stop migrating?

There are birds outside.

Thousands of them.

The trees are swaying with their weight.

All of them are chirping at the same time.

The noise is deafening.

And every so often, they all fall deathly silent.

Just before they all take flight at once and the sky turns dark.




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Mar. 17th, 2007 06:43 pm (UTC)
I dare you to cover yourself in peanut butter and sesame seeds and stand under the tree when it's populated again.
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