"The Coming of Winter"

I woke up one crisp morning
and to my surprise,
although I didn't know it at the time,
I saw my last bird fly.
The leaves started to fall
no more bird calls-
A cool breeze blew in my window.

(I wrote this when I was 16)

Author: Dawn Lavy
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