The Daily Prompt – Adrift 2.

On the impulse to take an evening stroll

Swayed by the winds rustling thru’ the trees

And the heat from the summer sun

I took a step, then two strides

A strange whirring sound cuts across my ears

I halted my steps to behold a flock of birds

A mixed of black birds flew in unison

Then the white birds followed in rows

Synchronized

They seem to be wary of predators

A fascinating drama stirred up in the air

Thrilled by this piercing trill

My mind began to drift apart

Should I continue to meander?

Or watch this rare spectacle of complex semantics

The strange churring trill of the black birds

Pulsating the lurking dusk

Adrift from my erstwhile plan

I watched the most impressive mystical bird dance

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Submitted for the Daily Prompt – Adrift.

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