In the early morning rain,
birds materialise
from a blanket of fog
like a magician’s trick.
Grey shapes fly closer,
red, yellow, and blue
shimmer,
sparkle,
burst
into the sunlight
like tiny fireworks,
become bright cardinals,
tiny goldfinches,
bold blue jays,
before fading back
into the fog,
leaving behind
only wet
squawks.
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Cindy Faughnan writes poems for children and adults when she’s not working on her middle grade/YA novels. Her poems have appeared in ROAR Kids Magazine, The Dirigible Balloon, Little Thoughts Press, and Tyger Tyger. She completed an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults at Vermont College of Fine Arts. She lives in the U.S. in Vermont where she enjoys reading, gardening, and watching birds.
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