The cormorant stretched
his wings & I knew,
That I would have
to leave, before he flew,
When petals dropped
& the gold leaves fell,
When water dried
up, in the old village well,
I knew I would leave,
as the birds flew south,
As the bear entered
his cave´s gaping old mouth,
I would leave as
soon as the hedgehog burrowed,
When clouds, upon
brow of the sky, soon furrowed,
I know it is time,
to leave this familiar loved place,
This place called
summer, that´s now turning its face,
On hearing plaintive
last tunes, of the blackbird´s song,
I shall know then,
that it is surely my time to be gone,
When last butterfly
arrives & says, “Please follow me”,
That is when I shall
leave & when I shall then be free.
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