A place called home

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A place called home

high winds
scatter the dry leaves
like flocks
of spooked sheep
litter skitters
until trapped
in puddles
of final resting places
atop the highest branch
of a naked poplar
a solitary magpie
caws defiance
against the noise
i gaze out my window
at the hypnotic spinning
of wind turbines
on the fading horizon
and say a quiet thank you
for the security and warmth
of the place we call home

26 Comments on “A place called home

    • They probably did. There was one particularly bad-tempered crow on our dog walk that used to attack Dauphy!


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