I heard the ticking of nature’s clock.

Out on my morning walk today.

The fluttering sound in the wind of many wings flapping.

The chattering of many beaks as they lifted, each black bird, from nearby trees in a wooded area.

And also from a corn field I passed by, I saw them take flight, up to the clouds, joining their flock.

The sky streaked with black that seemed to go on forever.

Who needs a clock when all you have to do is pay attention to nature around you?

A sign that fall is surely on its way as these black-winged birds head to a warmer climate.

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