I stood below and watched them come.
Only a few at first, winged silhouettes
that swirled and dipped their way across the sky.
Then more appeared and joined the few, a shadow
cloud above my head.
The growing flock was silent. Still
they came. Still they came
and gathered until the few became many, dark heralds
moving ahead of some ominous change.
I lost my breath,
closed my eyes as if to blink the horde away. And when I looked
again, the sun was dim. And when I looked again,
the shadows ruled.
I watched them come.
I was afraid.
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