Monday, May 12, 2008

Ending.

I hear a giggle, and soft voices murmur.
Water sings as it caresses crumbling clay.
Some busy insect hums a tuneless song.
A hawk pipes, warning others away.
I turn over, lazy in the sunshine,
My hat slips away from my eyes
And I smile, as my Dad and my Sister
Watch a shimmering silver lure while it flies.

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