Down The Road ~

"where are we going"

as a child

I would ask

"down the road a piece or two"

was my uncle's reply

"how will we know when we arrive"

would

escape from my lips

"oh, we'll know"

he spoke

so quietly shy

: : :

I'll be back
before too long

blessings

Grounded ~

broken winged

he

watches

created

to

fly

waiting

for

her return

longing

forever grounded

~ ~ ~

his mate

and their "kids" have remained faithful

to him

all summer

migration is imminent

which

will she choose