Miss the swallows
The sun is still high, or it sets
But I find your black and white feathers the same.
Gathered in flocks you call and play
And I can’t help but think of you
As a witch’s coven,
Even as you are delightful and good.
Irony is that you covens gather in the spring,
And in this Autumn I miss you.
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