
By Lois Perch Villemaire
Groups gathering to perch by the pool
Looking for things in common.
“Where are you from?”
They’re snowbirds, fluttering with the gray-haired flock,
Feeling grateful that good health allows freedom to fly south.
Left with empty nests, winging to warmer weather.
Arriving in planes, cars, and trains.
Frequenting grocery stores, yoga classes, and restaurants.
Exploring theaters, beaches, and gardens.
Concerts in the park playing folk, jazz, and Broadway’s best.
Walking, hiking, riding bikes, and admiring the sunset.
Frequenting farm markets, arts shows, pickle ball courts, and golf courses.
“Too many old people,” says my cousin, who refuses to migrate.
“Finding inspiration in life experiences and writing about them with twists and turns is my passion.” – the writer

Great story! I imagine this cousin tucked inside, shivering in the northern chill while peers are basking in the Florida sunshine too busy to listen to her complaints.
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I liked your Drabble. We stayed at the same condo for a week each winter for over 30 years putting up with those over energetic old people. Then without warning, we became one of those:)
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Thanks for taking the story to the next step. I appreciate your comments.
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Thanks for sharing your experience. The timing of this posting is perfect as we are snowbirds in SWFL right now.
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Your voice was ever so present in your writing. Very nice.
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Thank you!
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