Phantoms zip by
quieter than owls’ wings
quicker than flickers of shadow
against the dawn.
Catching the morning light
dust motes circle above the hay
on air currents disturbed
by invisible guests.
Discarded feathers and bits of eggshell
resting on the old concrete floor
beneath a beam are a clue.
The goats and I are not alone.
Barn swallows have returned.
Wonderful, they are just as you describe.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stephen :). I knew they were there and that they were what were casting the shadows above my head, but it took a couple of days to see them. They are so fast and quiet when they want to be! Thank you for reading!
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