Theawe-Strikingaves Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

TheAwe-strikingAves

By what name do we call
Theanimals flying above all?
They fear not for any sound
While perchingon the ground.

Thebirds allfly not.
Too nicearethey yet.

These aves fine with cover offeather.
Just tobrave in harsh weather.

Some soar so high, some so low,
one like peacock far below.
Theone a fine dance, puts up ashow
To thegreen envy of a dark, crow.

The penguins of down south,
Orup the planet's arcticnorth
who encroach afreezy path
Letsout in winter, anicy breath.

Building their skilfulnests
In steeping trees' greeny crests
From nations migrate yonder
Ah, what anature's sweet wonder!