Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Sporadic concert

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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