Temporalfox

Fly free, says the mourning Dove, cooing in a tree. Fly free, just like me.  The skies are beautiful but I will stay for now. Fly away, I'm sure you can, if your longing is enough. Fly free, caws the stolid Crow, sitting on a wire. Fly on and scavenge your life. These skies are full of danger but with wit you shall survive. Fly away, I'm sure you can, if your longing is enough. Fly free, hoots the quiet Owl, gliding with the breeze. Fly and you will be with the wind, no one shall see you coming, for you are silent and wise. Fly away, I'm sure you can, if your longing is enough. I've tried to fly but I'm tied down, bound to this Earth. I wi

Turning on the wireless, Nat began to search for the channel that broadcasted the news- ah, there it was, finally. An emergency last broadcast, perhaps? Why was it suddenly working? None of this seemed to matter as the familiar voice of the spokesperson echoed throughout the room: "..these attacks by normally docile birds have left even the most skillful professors baffled. The only thing they have come to conclude is the birds still follow their instinct as to following the tide and winds, and they must be starving. What is strange about our theory- why, the birds have food aplenty and yet they don't even touch it. We'll have more on this to