Roost Poem by David Harris

Roost



Sitting on a hotel balcony
as evening turns into night
watching the gathering birds
circle in the sky
as they come home to roost
several hundred or more
blacken the sky
then descend upon a tree
and vanish for the night.


30 July 2014

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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