The Destination and Death of a Bird
Bound by an invisible sign.
Watching their flight into the night,
The winding and weaving in time,
They circle and dip, duck off and flip,
Their flight is a beautiful rhyme.
Birds I have heard are dancing,
Poised for a pirouette,
In the blue sky, way up on high,
In an unparalleled silhouette.
I watch them from my window,
And follow them when I walk,
In smooth symmetry sliding,
a sparrow, chased by a hawk.
An eagle perched then pursuing,
It’s prey with eyes from on high,
Adept as she falls from the heavens,
With a whoosh, a screech, and a cry.
Adepts are under the radar,
In for the kill in a flash,
Known for finesse in flying,
The sea eagle’s sign is their splash.
And then in a flock and symmetrical block,
They wing as the seasons change,
Off to another land for nesting,
Home, home, home on the range.
