Flying South

Flying South

A Chapter by Dave Brown



Were I a painter of great ease

I’d skillfully brush to please

This window screening pose

Preened perfection, head to toes


A flick from a feathered tail

Like a windswept schooners sail

Unfurled across the open seas

Colored flowing lines to please                        


On railing as a balancing beam

Orchestrated movements as a dream

Soft eyes bright, determined beak

Slight and playful, but quite meek


A sure-footed delicate dance

Performing with a darting glance

A breast filled with feathered flutters

With sweet sound there it utters


Captured by a sun-drenched sky

As hordes below rush on by

Entertainment for a single one

Would that it be never done


From nowhere raucous crows

Flying highs and flying lows

The little bird, not a ruffle

Not a tweet at the kerfuffle


Is it passing by a routine sight

Or travelling south on a migrating flight

No ticket needed or suitcase packed

Its route laid out on a genetic map


To natures brood, our salutation

A final farewell of conversation

Off into the wide sky, then its ascent

One circle’s back, as if meant






© 2020 Dave Brown

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Added on September 2, 2020
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