Birds singing, soaring
Some in formation
Others like kamikaze
Diving, coming at my
Window pane
Birds feathered plumage
Colours form
An artist’s palette
Diverse as kaleidoscopic
Shades organic
Birds two footed
Clinging branches
Wading in the river
Grabbing never praying
Birds resting, nesting
Babies feeding
Worms retrieving
Eggs warm keeping
Birds migrating
Following well known
Hidden traces
Across sky’s empty spaces.
Birds greeting
Early morning
When I hear them calling
Heralds of sun’s dawning
Birds!
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-17/
