Red-Headed
07-31-2011, 09:57 AM
I have not seen the
birds fly south this year, maybe
they have decided
to stay at home and
brave the harsh winter weather.
There is a strangeness
with formations of
geese silhouetted against
a bright cloudless sky.
Shading my eyes to
squadrons in formative deltas
with an open hand
I squint and admire
their sheer organisation
and loud debacle.
It is as if they
are privy to chthonic
secrets only known
to a select few
avian adventurers
who lead them away
to a promised land
drenched in exotic flora
and eternal sun.
I sometimes wish that
I was flying with them to
their mysterious
destination in
the islands of the sun - or
wherever they go.
birds fly south this year, maybe
they have decided
to stay at home and
brave the harsh winter weather.
There is a strangeness
with formations of
geese silhouetted against
a bright cloudless sky.
Shading my eyes to
squadrons in formative deltas
with an open hand
I squint and admire
their sheer organisation
and loud debacle.
It is as if they
are privy to chthonic
secrets only known
to a select few
avian adventurers
who lead them away
to a promised land
drenched in exotic flora
and eternal sun.
I sometimes wish that
I was flying with them to
their mysterious
destination in
the islands of the sun - or
wherever they go.