Serenade of Whispering Wings
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Lakeside at dawn,
all is calm, quiet, but expectant.
Then, peeping from the silence,
barely discernible
is the sound of whispering wings
stuttering a plaintive beat, intermittent.
It is the flock of fairy terns soaring together
in wavy, gliding flight formation,
just above the sand, just above the waves
returning to their lakeside roost,
to gossip, cheep, squabble and rest.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2022
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