Bio Note: I am an October baby and love autumn. One of my delights is being in the flyway of migratory birds. Especially geese.
in early dawn or fading light the call is unmistakable it echoes side to side bouncing off buildings scraping along leafless trees teasing me, daring me to focus on the source eyes straining in the dim light head cocked to one side until everything comes clear the migrating miracle wings into view honking and flapping intent on some farther field where they will rest the night my dreams will swirl with muted browns and grays black bands and beak-orange in a tangle around me asleep, where all is possible i am mother goose
Originally published in leave a light on
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