At once a whir of wings above the lake,
with loud arrival
migrants reach their spot.
A flock of geese, new-landed, settles in.
They spread their feathers, find a place to drift.
Then one speaks up:
GwOckk !
Now I make my special
sound!
Another, louder: GwOckk
!!
That is my favorite
very special sound!
Another answers: GwOckk
!
Such fun to make each
ownsome’s special sound!
GwOckk! (gwocKk) GWOckk /
gwock ….
Like fireflies, this and that one, here and there.
And thus it goes, through all the afternoon,
and all the ages of the whirling earth.
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