Poem: Swallows

We are Swallows
        flying high
feathered arrows
        in the sky. 

See us as we
     swoop and scream
catching insects
     in midstream 

Not for us
      the twiggy nest
we think mud cups
     are the best 

When we feel that
      Fall is coming –
hear those telegraph wires
      thrumming. 

We start sitting
       in a row
and then one morning
      off we go.                                                                                   

By SHE                                                                                          

Winter is Coming

Winter is Coming

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