In every heart

In  every 
flocked formation "V"
fleeing south

away from the 

chilly
breath of winter

there is a goose

dreaming of 

one day
flying free
on her own

In every
midnight’s orchestra

hiding from the haze 
of the full moon 
in the long shadows 
of the ancient one

there’s a cricket

with a dream
of singing

his own song
one day