Formations fly, two vees silhouetted
against a leaden sky, winging their way
to warmer climes, according to flight plan
scheduled by nature, primal instinct, geese
programmed, heed the call when leaves turn then fall.
Copyright © Carol Fillmore | Year Posted 2010
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