Birds In Sky Poem by Daniel Miltz

Sun sky scrape out in morn shrine
On a sharp shine cold day cast.
Af-ter born peep rays of sun
Clouds in dark-spun dreams rush past.
Neath a bare dull leaf-less tree
O' hard to see, clap eyes on
A bird lands on limb and pees.
A buzz bird sees and is gone.
Af-ter blink-of-an-eye peek
The spark of beak crows at glance.
Bag shades of yel·low·ish blue
The trees sway true wind of dance.
It a skill life; in wind air.
Dank skies in stare? Just grey white?
Two shakes of a lamb tail high
The whole time sky, crack in sight.
Pure chill'd wind. There's no flock near
The birds en-dear laugh wait-ing.
Birds of a kin sop·ping wet
They're with a set you're see-ing.

© daniel miltz