On Feathered Wing

by Fisherman   Dec 7, 2004


On Feathered Wing

How do they know
Which way to go?
Each season they pass
Just ahead of the snow.

Air turning crisp
Blue skies so clear
It is time to depart
As winter draws near.

They take off in mass
Wings stroking the air
Now they ascend
To a warmer somewhere.

Yet where would that be?
And what route to take?
There will be perils to face
And decisions to make.

The season will open
And hunters with guns
Will pose some threat
Yet the journey’s begun.

What shall we eat?
And when will we sleep?
Yet not one questions
The departure to keep.

With spirits high
The honking begins
The season’s migration
Has started again.

A mystery still
To a man like me
Is the flight of the goose
Through the skies in a “V”.

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  • 19 years ago

    by sarah jenkins

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