Thursday, 22 September 2011

The Calling

It was their cries
That first caught my attention
As I heard them approach the house
And I ran towards the garden

Then I saw them
A flock of wild geese
Getting in formation
Gathering to fly south

I watched them take off over the roofs
Listened to them calling their goodbyes

And found myself left there
With a heart full of longing

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