Numberless.
The day going home dull light
gathered skyways for seeping dusk
to take over night patrol
and crimson\'s dusty coverlet
to hide sunset\'s diaphanous muster
when wonder came into view.
A wink of stars mistily shone
as birds approached from southwest,
white drifting specks on
horizon\'s crest murmured hoots
while wavering indistinct skeins wrung
countless cries of urge to roost.
Each dot became a bundle
of goose, vigour of muscle suddenly
swooping in riot of noise
feathery myriads of arching
necks steadily beating with instinct\'s
eye to find security.
With clamour of playground
at break-time I became dazzled with
glorious din of vast sound
as press of geese-thickness
droned in relentless refusal to stop
before line-dropping in droves.
Soon eerie silence as beaks
closed on numberless heads bent
under warm primers after
cease of wild chattering
as mystique surrounds avian need
for crowded sleep composure.