Toads, Geese

I'm joining in with the toads this Sunday, who had the fabulous picture prompt below. All details, and other more natural responses, here: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-challenge-for-sunday.html

The Lonely Cry, by Ken Simm
http://www.kenart.co.uk/index.html

Me? Too many pantomimes this year for sure.

Mother Goose

They will come, the painted ones
to steal your sons with curving tongues,
murmur of meanders, subtle valleys
and that rare peak where air
may only be had with a gasp.
Such ones will spirit your sons,
feather them to fly
in one direction only: away.
No magic, mere apple pie
all you have to lure them
home to graze momentarily.

Though your dough hands
have pressed endless starwort shirts,
you bit your lip
in the face of piercings,
they will migrate again.
Such is nature: let them soar.