Outlined against that scarlet sky
Canadian geese sweep by in V-formation
Honking their wild free croaks of communication.
Mating freely for life; no vultures hover
Searching for ways to tear them apart.
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Flat against the chill green moss beside the pond
My soul is scraped bare and dry by longing;
And crawling away from the campfire's warmth,
Alone in my starless cave I shrivel;
Quarantined from that moonlit night,
Kept apart from the fireflies' light,
Pressed against the cool gray dust of the ground.
~ ~ ~
Missing you.
~ ~ ~
R.J.G.

Yes, seems geese have more sense sometimes than humans. This is a sad reflection of life ~T
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love the imagery--window watcher