All The Girls Swallow in Capistrano

The birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation. - Thoreau

dressed in polychromatic feathers

no matter the weather

with a shuffling, waddling gait

well worth the long, anticipated wait

toting an uplifting song

it won't be long

swarming on high

all eyes turn upward to the sky

ding-a-ling-ling

mission bells ring

mariachis play

on this joyful, wondrous day

don't be afraid to follow

wings flapping with trusted, enduring strength

females select mates on the basis of tail length

nothing like it from minsk to milano

all the girls swallow in capistrano

Author's Note

"I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Enjoyed reading

[Pete]

thank you kind sir.