Call of the Wild

A whisper at the window,
Beckons me to the glass,
A susurrus, insensible,
Until the moon has passed,
And wanderlust calls,
Another gypsy to roam,
Long roads and endless halls,
So very far from home.

©KieranDavis2013
©Baldypoems2013

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