Wild Birds

Here as I spy, Watch wild birds call; Hear such strange cries, Hoarse sounds that fall. On bird wing stretch, An aerial scoop; Autumn's last catch, Now nature droops. From tree to tree, And hedgerow edge; A random spree, Birds on the ledge. Each to each speaks, A language clear; A noisy peak, So busy here. Here as I sit, The sun dives down; Plunge of light fits, Dark wears a frown. Soon crickets scream, In distant space; Cautious night streams, Damp bleakness trace. Leon Enriquez 06 May 2018 Hamlet Place, ACT