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Birds are flocking now
feeding, flying round and round

Instinct tells them winter's coming
they can't hang around


Compelled to fly to warmer climes
and, thus, escape the cold

Before'they stay too long
and suffer grievous fates untold

Winter's cold and harsh
and summer birds cannot withstand

the chilling winds, the bitter storms,
the angry winter land.

So, they seek the shelter
of a warmer place to stay

'til the winter winds have had their time
and gone away

And when the angry time has passed
and warm sun starts to burn

the summer birds will mount their wings
and to this land return

                                                 Summer Birds                                           by Chuck Graves

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