Night falls suddenly
as we approach the fields
that darken
as though a heavy blanket had been
thrown upon the earth
trapped
we stand admiring the birds
flying in various patterns
coordinating their geomatrical flight plans
as they settle for the night
somewhere hidden from sight.
I stand
enjoying the view
and the birds on the move
performing their nightly ritual
as the fog turns to night
to dark
but i worry about my sons
and where they are.
Later on at the local supermarket
i walk mumbeling a prayer
take care of them
as you care for the birds
and i find first one and then
another son
not cold
back from buying fizzy drinks
and planning escapades
till i find them
and we go back
like the birds
searching for a place
to lay our tired heads.
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