Birds Bathe In the Spring Rain
They came in by the thousands and landed
on the gleaning grassland...
to take a bath in the spring rain so scented,
and they don't seem, the least, bothered;
by the raindrops falling at a regular interval,
uncompromising and felicitous, as if that
is sufficient for their thirst...
their instinct was a distant call!
These transient birds with colorful plumage,
bath in puddles not so deep;
by the the green ridge, I watch them indulge
in their frantic behavior as they seep
the pounding rain like a desert traveler
who has run out of drinking water!
The wheezeeing bees
twirl in an attempt to surround them,
but they chase them away with grim...
as they flap their wet wings;
not far off, in the pine grove with fallen logs,
shrikes are encircled by wild dogs
that crave tender and delicious meat...
a pursue ending in defeat!
They are gone to northern fertile lands...
sunnier and greener than this ranch;
where they can easily find their food
without having to worry and search...
a kind of haven to last three seasons!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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