The cold suck before the storm

clouds darkened claim the horizon

and you alone unaware

the birds they are clueless

running into one another

they have lost thier magnetic force fields

wind kicks up and chemistry churns the sky

oh say can you see the colors wash away

by the sunsets final light

Strike, studder, collision

uptaking handles loose thier grip

trees begin barking at dogs who run for fear of thier bite

going mad they eat the grass

and back to birds, they are now flat wasted on the ground

what have they done the fools

don't they too realize that they are meant to be up in that mess?

If given the power to fly, you must at all times

you cannot turn magic off

If the Storm is in your home you must not flee, but fight

Ruah has called them, they must go home.

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