Birds In The Air Poem by Gerry Legister

The orchard birds are singing
Peeping over the rosebushes
From greening trees in Silver Spring
Blend in the wind their torrent voices.

Under their hoods of adorable feathers
Warm tiny bodies began twitching
Upon twigs where sunlight strives,
Hide upon shoots in timid pose waiting.

When sunshine smiles upon them
Birds of same feathers stay together
Flying over hills, blossom lawns paved green,
Together they form a line in the air.

Exhibit thrills express in the way they live
Birds gliding abound on torrent heap,
Spreading wings in dazzling dive
Through the clouds they sweep.

Birds in the air don't have our confusion
Make a sound, run mad and cause a riot,
When they are rehearsing flight formation
They can hear us laugh but they are quiet.