by Nithin Purple
They freedom lovers, breeze waft those mighty wings,
Swiftly moving aloft in a "pulsar 'pace!,
That view enraptured me, and my enchanted feelings,
How fortunate are they in gravitational ace,
And I your eager watcher, or felt a birder be,
They black, white and of brilliant gray color mixed,
What brain holds them, what imagination yours be;
To slip and drift from bough to boughs , assaying nectar or weed?
Some are diurnal, sparrows, some are owls, and of Nightjars,
And your varying gestures, teeth less swallowing,
What Surprisal nest you weave, to lay eggs to hide them in bar's;
Or your eye in god gives them Becharmed warming.
Bird, your beauty never know our human dirge,
But we on Earth real know how fagged is yours.
Last updated March 30, 2013