Mowabites Worldwide

The lone bird is done singing,
and the migratory season is here.
It has joined its clan
to sail across the sky,
to a new land.

We cannot help but keep looking
where it once stood, singing.
The lone bird is no more,
only echoes of its voice.

Like nicknames
of old high school friends
held together in indelible ink
against fading classroom walls,
your name and legacy
are anchored in our hearts and memories
against the corrosive force of time

What do you see # 310- 13th October- 2025