Thursday, November 3, 2011

Fly Away

©Stacie Sandall

I like to watch them play,
screaming in the cold, unforgiving wind.
They toss and turn.
Up they go without a sound to the tops of the trees.
For a brief moment,
I swear they sprouted eyes.
I think they are laughing inside.
Then they fly away.

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