Blackbirds In The Midst.

The raven old grizzled besieged by age and arthritis watched patiently as his great grandson took to flight. Vicariously he smelled the old breeze as it whooshed past his nose. Doves 🕊 nearby watched the spectacle of the yearling taking flight and the old bird croaking happily, “Kroa rora ro.” The sage sang and the black 🦅 🦅 🦅 in the midst flapped their wings collectively. In unity there’s joy and peace, The doves knew better thus maintained as in China, Korea and New Zealand Strict Social Distancing Guidelines to keep all involved safe and sound.

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