There must be birds here living still
But strangely I haven't seen
A single one in the three days
I've been wandering these woods
Of a hundred species of trees
Just the croaking of crows
Who come to harvest the nuts
For a few days in October
And then gone as suddenly
As they appeared leaving behind
A silence that's shining in the fields
And even the full bird-feeders
By the house haven't lost
A single seed the beautiful trees
Just stand there purposeless and dumb
Not a bird left in the world
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