Leaving

I saw many insects on the wall.
My wonder grew as I watched their creeping.
I wanted to learn their habits.
I wondered where their home was.

I heard several birds behind my seat.
They argued angrily with their calls.
Once I walked away, the birds flew in.
As I moved, they hurried to eat quickly.
Their hunger was evident to me.

I reflected on my own needs.
I thirst for love.
I hunger for a friendship to treasure.
Am I waiting for someone to leave as well?

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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