In early morning yesterday, as I was heading for bed [various things had delayed me] I looked out of my window and saw a flock of starlings sailing against the pale sky. The seed was set and the whole poem was completed in the darkness of the following night.
Dawn Flight - 10 Apr 13
In my mind’s ear
I hear the dawn chorus
Looking from my window
I watch the first flights
Starlings start
The feeding patrol
My mind’s eye
Sees the places
They visit and the sights
They gather
As they fly
My mind’s me
Soars with them
I see the world
From moor to sea
And beyond
I fly with the dawn
Interesting how inspiration can be sown by Muse and will grow into something rather unexpected. Thank you Muse.
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