The wee ones had never seen a bird, or heard their lilting songs. But Claire remembers well. Brilliant feathers, in all the colors of the rainbow. Haunting melodies that carried on the wind night and day. And then, they were gone, vanished in thin air, and the world fell silent.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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