Flying With The Goose
This post was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #16.
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Flying higher and higher into the clouds we’d go
Feeling as free as a bird, a goose, not a crow
We’d meet at midnight on the rooftop
I’d climb on her back and we wouldn’t stop
All night long we’d swoop, climb and soar
History in the making for folklore
©Susan Zutautas 2019
