Wing Prints
WING PRINTS
Threw some bread on the window sill
Birds could come and eat their fill:
Gone next morning save couple of lumps.
Over the snow-covered sill and its bumps
Were footprints and some other marks:
Bread had frozen to the sill and the larks
Trying to drag it out had pulled harder,
Using their wings to fill their larder.
Designed for flight, these birds were clever:
Dig in your wings - it’ll act like a lever.
Near the frozen snow-bread were imprints -
My very first sight of lark wing prints
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