Poetry Corner, by Jim Farfaglia

We Move On      By Jim Farfaglia

 

Luckily, I caught a glimpse

as the four or five of you

traveled my yard’s wooded edges,

playing follow the leader;

one foot—scratching, scratching—

after the other,

thin necks probing the unknown,

beaks pecking out an uncharted path.

For a moment, I admired your bellies,

so full from a bountiful season,

and your feathers with mysterious markings.

But, true to your nature, you did not stay:

Called to where life leads,

you took your mystery with you,

leaving behind a lesson about searching,

about moving on.

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