Waiting to Take Flight


As the storm blows through,
     the birds still sing,
     their chirps pinging from tree to tree
     where they found shelter.
Amidst the roaring thunder,
     their voices can be heard loud and clear,
     almost defiant, but not quite.
As the gray clouds move swiftly,
     casting ominous shadows below,
     their calls grow louder, more frequent.
Temporarily grounded,
     waiting to take flight.

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