Bird

The fall sky was full of clouds and migrating birds, but the flocks were so massive I couldn’t tell where one begun and the other ended.

“Ever watch the Birds?” my cousin asked me, always looking for an opportunity to lessen the gravity of a moment.

“Ever watch Birdemic?” I replied, always looking for an opportunity to one up her.

“Where do you think they’re going?”

“South.” My response was quick. Where else would they be going? That was always the answer.

My cousin’s stare at me caught my attention. “We are south now.”

And it was true. We had long since gotten south. But they they were, leaving the warmth of here and going further. I stared that way.

Then I looked north.

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