Upon misty mountaintops
Come shrill eerie cries
Is this the place?
Where a mountaineer dies
Was it a wind?
That made such a sound
A cry from an eagle
When breakfast he found
Maybe a nanny goat
Just giving birth
The squeal from her kid
As it lay on damp earth
I can’t say for sure
And it’s no great surprise
So beware misty mountains
When you hear unknown cries
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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