Friends Returning

FRIENDS RETURNING At the start of spring, birds are coming back from the south, Wearing exotic chromatic colours And whistling cheer in our dull wintry world; Not like neighbours who’ve been out celebrating And come home with bow-ties askew - A little hint of good times we ourselves didn’t have; Or youngsters playing all-night music extra loud For the enjoyment of the less lucky; Or the blonde next door sporting an extra deep tan - That couldn’t be got locally. Birds are never strutting proudly; only Wearing elegant suits, whistling rhythmic tropical tunes That delight our ears with mellow melodies. They’re just friends bringing us pleasure. ........................................