Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wingswept

Breeze about the lake
Late afternoon, sun setting slowly
Across the water egrets settle and chatter
The end of day, whatever their conversations

We looked up to the sky
Birds funneling like bees from some unknown hive
Funneling to trees beyond our horizon
The whooshing sound of wings beating in unison

Quickly they passed our patch of sky
Quiet returns except egret chatter
The rustling of leaves lazily heard too
The end of day, whatever our conversations

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