Take Off

May 7, 2008
Take off

All is peaceful.
Sky skimming through colors,
Baby blue, orange, pink, and purple.
The chirps of birds and crickets
Filled the sky.
Suddenly, one by one they
One, ten, one-hundred,
Circles they fly in.
Like a black tornado.
There home they leave,
And gone in a black
Not even a sound,
Except the sound
Of there wings,
Like a small
Fan, on a hot summer day.

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