Birds Of Autumn Poem by Daniel Miltz

Birds of autumn come to my window
To sing, peep, cheep, twitter, squeak
With dried grass and twigs clamped in their beak

They fly up on the tree limbs so quickly
Forever engaging in inharmonious whistlings
With no first names and feathery shaped wings
Zooming in-and-out of the nearby branches
Flappin' their wings, singing ever so briskly
Their tunes are squeels of musicality
The songs of the birds begin simplistically
In zen like fashion, I listen to their sweet melody

All the little birdies at the bird bath stand
Singing all day long like a symphonic band
Freely tweeting, chirping, peeping
Already gathered in the timber for safekeeping
All day chatter, ''Tweedle-lee-dee-dees''
Feathered creatures in great numbers quickly aligning the trees
Amongst melody, mud, twigs and leaves
Looking to the heavens through a peaceful breeze

These small creatures are angels of the sky
They move together, push one another, chatter and fly
I watch them all at night passing by
Flutter and fall there with a cry

On this autumn day under a welcoming sun
The birds gliding, high and free;
Saying to one another, ''I follow you, you follow me''
Flying comfortable in the open sky
The sun is shining warm and high
Up the sunny slopes they overfly

Into the cool October evening
The darkness of night will fare
The great songs of the birds singing
In all the best venues on roosting treetops
Which have so many songs to share

© daniel miltz