Part III

When the lights flickered
out
and the moon rose high,

the shadows grew long,

and the
haunting flute song 

of 

the last hermit thrush
was  heard,

It was then that

I knew,

it was then that I realized
that was once ,

I and the bird

 had merged..somehow,

until

 I was the bird
and,

the bird became me.

Sounds are accredited to nature sounds and Bird songs .

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