Evenfall

The day's done.
The birds,
who had flown out
for food and fodder,
at the break of dawn,
are now returning
back to their nests,
warmed with autumn foliage.
Hungry fledglings
awaiting anxiously,
the moist crumbs
of love,
the warmth of
stories,
the snug laughter.
The winged tinies,
tucked in,
the blanket,
the neatly woven yarn of
twigs and sprigs,
safe and secure.
Their little hearts yearning to
spread the wings,
dreams contained
only by that lofty perch.
A cackle at the sight of dawn,
and they take to the skies again,
sunlit and raw.
An endless flight.
An elixir.

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