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Searing, streaking, fire breathing
flock of squawking birds with seething
fire where they fly up higher than a shooting star.
Soot and cinder, snowing embers,
flares in air where dare they enter
dives that streak the skies entwined in lines of char.
Watch them set the clouds ablaze
vapor making rainbow haze
they play all day and fade away with the setting sun.
I wonder if they lay to rest,
in batches of black ashy nests
or if they are the stars recharging for tomorrow's fun?
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