Birds

A Poem by Sofiko Emiry

"Magical creatures"

Near my house on the palm tree
There is a noise of chirping birds
Every morning my heed goes thin
To intervene to the discords
After some time
I noticed, they speak
Started to listen to their twittes
They were loquacious and pristine
As cherubim,as cherubim
I believe they have been lead
A discussion
And were so keen
To convey something;
To each other's beaks
Repeating divine and soothing beats
Frisking from one to another leave
Amplifying significant peeps
They smelled and sounded free
Flying wings,flying wings;
I am amused by grace of lord
So generous in meaningful words
And thankful for giving birth
To liberal and brave birds.