A pack of them take off,
flew over the blue skies.
I saw them building up
geometric lines that nobody
else can follow.
They drove into infinity,
so my naked eyes can’t see them beyond.
They might be scared of the lifeless winter
when the snow chills their throats;
stabs their pounding hearts.
The thousands of miles they wander
finally reaches their homes
they may shed their cold tears,
or flutter their warm wings in joy
to feel the greens of mountains.
I admire the innocence they
occupy in their eyes and loudly quacks.
Every time I opened the balcony doors
they flew briskly towards me
expecting the joy of meals.
Here I stand behind the closed doors,
emotionless, hoping they will come next year
on a warm summer evening;
quaking desperately, letting me
know, how hungry they are!