the birds flock together
like friends who have found each other
navigating the harsh winters
and overbearing summers

not a second thought
their instinct keeps them together
through flight
through rest
and through death

the small flakes of snow melt on their feathers
from the warmth of each other
scrunched as small as they can go

but not out of fear
out of necessity
to retain their warmth
to keep hope

that this winter shall pass