It was only the occasional flutter
of wings and the soft cooing
that gave them away.
They crowned the clocktower,
looking every bit a part of the architecture,
and I wished I had their job:
fly and coo, find food and flutter in the rain,
exist because they are
with no questions asked.
Surely, if I climbed up to them
they would take flight,
not knowing my intention
is just to sit and rest,
rest in the knowledge that I am
and that fluttering in the rain washes everything clean.
Sarah Stoltzfus Allen 
Omg I love this
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Of course!
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Great post
What a beautiful and poetic piece of writing! I especially love the line “exist because they are, with no questions asked.” It really captures the essence of the birds’ pure and simple existence. I’m curious, what inspired you to write about these birds and their peaceful way of life?
Jessica Dunne
http://befitandhealthy.net/
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Thank you for stopping and leaving such a thoughtful comment. I have always been fascinated by birds and how they don’t question their purpose. They are birds. They do what birds do. I was driving through my little town on a rainy day and there were birds all along the clock tower of our courthouse. I thought they were a new addition I hadn’t heard about until I saw them flutter a couple times. Then the poem was born.
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