Swansong.
White whooper swans.
Wings spread like angels.
Bugling in throngs.
Ready for foreign horizons.
Honking goodbye.
Avian swansong.
Skeins of life in free formation.
I wish I could fly.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2020 04:17
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A little gem Fay - love it.
Awe - -- thanks Michael - - delighted you loved my few lines.
ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing FAY - just catching up on MPS before work ! Hope you*re not thinking of leaving. Bird Migration is a Mystery but also a neccessity. Like Human Migration. Love the PIC love the POEM !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Loe Angela & Brian 🧡🤍💙
Not contemplating migration dear Angela but always am awed when I see birds in flight. Thank you for your encouraging comment.
Good write Fay. Those birds coming or going at this season?
Thanks for the comment dear Orchi - whatever the season birds come and go as they please.
Ypur imagination clearly gives you wings. Good poem Fay
Oh to have wings !!! - thank you loads for your visit and comment on Swansong my friend.
Don't we all share your wish too.
Lovely short piece today which made me grin with your bugling and honkings.
the thought of your smiling at this little read has been worth all my searching for quirky words - - thanks very muchly dear D.A. for your in-put and comment on Swansong.
Wonderful Fay, those whopper swans are magnificent birds. We had some fly over the croquet lawn a few days ago.
Andy
Yes they take the breath away when we see them in flight - thank you Andy for your interesting in-put to Swansong.
Oops meant Whooper although they were whoppers.
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