Gandering At Her
in my bed
above my
roof above
the clouds
below the
stars are
the sounds
heading down
south honking
in happy not
get out of the
way way but
of saying we
not just me or
you but all of
us as a group
staying to
gether
whether
weathering
ruffled feathers
made mate for life
i've already cried tears
for years don't make it
twice
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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