Birds Acrostic

BIRDS B reathless each day the winged ones burst and unite into the twilight frieze-- I s there a more delicate touch to the sight than the songbirds as they take to the sky? R eveling while entwined with the tailwinds-- delighting the indigo breeze, D ashing on the last rays of sun to nip the laziest mosquito on the fly -- S ong of the satisfied sung—they fade into the welcoming night bosom of the trees. Victoria Anderson-Throop © 12-21-12