The Migratory Birds Poem by Claude Simpson

Three little birds soaring
So high
Across the ocean touring
The sky;
Leisurely flying to join
The flocks
Smoothly zooming above
The blocks.



Here comes another group
Towering down like
A troop;
Catching up, closing distance
Gently gliding with
Every chance.
Across the city, soaring
Up and down;
Circling and gliding round
And round.



The singing migratory
Flocks
Keep tweeting and chirping
Over the blocks.
Chirping tweeting beats,
Sending echoes over
The streets.
A pleasure to see
In foggy daylight;
Migratory birds taking
A flight.