In the monotony of our snowy February, I received a poetry prompt: write about first love.  In spite of the looming holiday, I was quite unsentimental.  Until, that is, I watched the birds outside my dining room window, who sacrificed themselves for the chance of wild flight.  Here is a eulogy for the wild winged things.

 

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