Magician's cloak let go,
And o'er sky they sang,
Their deafening call did ring
The birds flew as the leaves fell
and the leaves blew like the birds flying-
Nobody knowing where they came from and are going.
The outcry pierced the sky,
All species flocked as one
Prepared for storm to come
And they will not succumb!
I wrote this long ago after a strange experience of walking among hundreds of grounded birds for hours so in a way it's real.