Flight Instincts
There are things I feel
before I am ready to say
so I write them as
a bird having roosted too early
on a night too young
a call maybe misheard
across miles of green hills
Then, the fullness of silence.
There are things I feel
before I am ready to say
so I write them as
a bird having roosted too early
on a night too young
a call maybe misheard
across miles of green hills
Then, the fullness of silence.