Posted in Published Stories & Poetry

Poem: Migration

Wishing for the dream remain
I wished to see you too,
Hours I crouched beside your nest
To catch a glimpse of you,

The sky was grey, clouds moved by,
No wings for me to see,
The only sound of cows and sheep
Your voice no longer near,

Droppings on the ground were dry
Your nest a hollowed hole,
The same was wrenched in me,
I wish you’d stopped to say goodbye
So I could love you, stay.