Encounter.
Wind riffled thru\' waterproof fabric, dusk moved in
to galvanise intent and when dots
gathered speed and countless heads moved
across reeds in pewter-tint light
for bull-rush country to hunker in thickly
I knew then encounter
was nearing as sound over honking horizon
increased so despite mist I was resigned.
Beautiful din is each passing cloud of tinkling geese
in their massed search for finding roost
and hearing beak-yaps from first birds nearby
added bliss to the wait while I caught
flapping thrum of white wing-beating hundreds
before the finalé that night
then had to bid my reluctant goodbye.