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Where the good birds go

Air traffic control.

I wonder where the birds are going. Always somewhere. Never here. Never there.

Do they rage against the chill in the air, floating on a warm air stream?

Or perhaps they’re chasing tonight’s delicacy, tired of worms and their earthiness.

Or, just maybe, they’re skywriting “Not my president” in  a language we can only feel.

Oh to be a winged thing. To be above it all.

Skywriters, born into the mile-high club.

Lucky flockers.

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via Daily Prompt: Protest