And there he was, gone
A blur in the night
A veer to the right
Then nothing at all

Like incense smoke
And a fleeting joke
A dog’s tail wag
Or a sudden trip

When switches flip
And the wry dice roll
A look to the left
No-one’s bereft

But nothing’s the same
A dash in the day
And he’s on his way
Like a soaring swan

🦢