Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Nothing moves me more than their call Whooping joyfully over the tents Winding up over and over A perpetual toy helicopter Always on the verge of either Taking off or landing The beating wings so fierce So fast Then soaring effortlessly While their ghost… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 10: The Curlew, She Calls Me”