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NO SIGHT..
JUST SOUNDS..
ONE CANNOT SEE,
FROM WHERE THE SONGS DO SING;
LOST AMONGST THE MIST.
THE DUCKS AND GEESE..
CRYING OUT,
CALLING TO THEIR MATES.
THE FLOCKS FLY HIGH..
HIGH OVERHEAD,
HEARD.. BUT BARELY SEEN.
SOME SWIM UPON THE WATER,
RIPPLES IN THEIR WAKES,
IN NERVOUSNESS....
THEY TAKE FLIGHT,
WINGS SLAPPING ON THE LAKE.
NOW ALL HAVE GONE,
THE WATERS CALM...
AND HERE I SIT...ALONE.
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WATER BIRDS
WATER BIRDS
