Midnight again, alone with my thoughts
Or so I believed.
Until the dark surface gave way
To a lone goose.
He did not honk but cried
Over the water,
Again, and again,
Calling for another one of his kind.
I wasn't alone anymore
Or so I thought.
But the longer I listened
To that bird's plaintive cries,
I felt more alone than ever.
Paddling by myself,
Here I sit in the dark,
Waiting for another one of my kind.
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Copyright 2015 Femme Malheureuse
#NaPoMo 2015 #NPM15
Graphic: Frida via Flickr
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