Flock Together

Mourning dove lost in the hearth

Died warmly in another’s arms

The owner cried tears of soot

 

Nightingale flew in fright

Settling among the evening dreary

Cold and frightened, never again

 

Birds of a feather, but none

So sad as the mortal swan

That laid dying with the song in its throat

-Kel Dayheart

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