This poem was originally published in the book: 'Beware The Cheshire Cat' and is now included in the 2025 omnibus edition: 'Butterfly Mind'.
High up I heard the adolescent honk of their ragged V formation. I tried to count them as they tore above, but they rippled and none held neat station. Was it panting I heard or the whirling of wings to add whisper to their emphatic call? One V became two and some ends were crushed while the middle was rounded by sprawl. But I must write this quickly for how soon they pass. What are they saying, I wonder at last? Perhaps all their cries - to-ing and fro-ing - are pure encouragement: Keep going! Keep going!
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