🦅 The Shadow Birds 🦅
The shadow birds flew by this morning with the silhouettes of wings and beaks cast upon the trees lines while in motion. I looked up at empty sky and queried, “Where are those birds? I saw them nowhere nor did I hear them sing. Then suddenly I saw all the birds appear; heard them calling out to me too. It was a real festival in the sky as the noonday sun drew nigh. ☀️