the signal
the caw of the crow
triggered flight of
other unseen birds, the
flutter of flapping wings
the whinny of the horse
prompted the others to
gallop around the paddock,
though the gate remained closed
the startled cow created
panic among the others,
who all began to run,
aimlessly, fearfully
you called to say
you would be home late,
again—not to wait up—
but i, too, respond to signals and
when you come home,
i will be in the wind
8 thoughts on "the signal"
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Oh my. A richly ominous poem.
Thank you, Kevin.
I love the sound and movement in this poem, the message to the late person, and the image of the last line
Thank you, Gaby.
I really like this one!
Thank you, Sue!
Love the moment of this poem, and how it turns at the end.
Thank you, Karen!