Birds
Birds have found my beloved shore.
I wonder why they're on my beach.
Have they stopped by here before,
And I just didn't see?
One flies up and drops his clam.
He cracks it on the stones.
Do they know how sad I am?
Have they made my shore their home?
A monster wave comes crashing.
In an angry storm they rise.
Away in a fit of flapping,
In a moment, take the skies.
The mothers call their children near.
The fathers call their wives.
A hundred wings have found the air.
I'm silent as they rise.
Who were these birds to come?
Will there be any more?
I feel a sadness distinctly from
The birds that left my shore.
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