the small birds <br />have gone <br />nervous and twitching together <br /> <br />they sat on wires <br />now underlining <br />the spaces left for words <br />which won't come <br /> <br />in the dark <br />across gaps in the sky <br />geesefly homing- in <br />they cry this is our South <br /> <br />and I've been waiting <br />holding the moon high <br />over mud-flats <br />at the estuary's mouth<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-geese/
