September 23, 2016
By , Flushing, MI

The birds fly from tree to tree
Chasing each other
Wings flapping with glee.
They fly through the air
Without a care.
They fly up high and out of sight
During the day
And during the night
They fly close to the ground
They all look different
And have a different sound
Then they fly away
But they are only gone
Until the next day

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