Wheatear on a wall

Wandering wondering whether to go

From which way does the wind blow

Shall I wait until tomorrow?

Or pose on this wall for a day or too

Gaining my strength for the journey to do

How I will get there, nobody knows

I’m drawn to the power of the planet below

For she knows

And guides me as home I roam

Across the channel by the wind blown

And here am I doing it all alone

Making my long journey home

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