A flock of birds is an orchestra.
Their calls and chirps make out a sweet symphony.
The deep honks of a goose imitate a tuba as the hum of the humming bird keeps the beat.
The blue bird sings confidently and keeps up the tempo as the robin prepares for the crescendo.
As the chirps and tweets decent the song comes to a slow end.
Their sweet melody flows throughout the air, the song spreads through the forest, animals eager to share.
The beautiful noise came to an abrupt stop, when a gun fired into the air with a loud POP!
The birds of all kinds scrambled and shrieked, their fates, they weren't yet ready to meet.
Leaving the concert to its end,
The birds will surely sing once again.
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Short StoryPlace for my short stories and poems. Mostly just thoughts I write out in metaphors and similes.
