"SIGHT OF FLYING BIRDS"
What a pleasure to gaze at the flocks of birds in the sky
Fluttering the dazzling wings in the golden sunbeams
Coming back to the forests for rest in nests !
They always fly with a fantastical pattern
Their wings flutter in rhythm, never haphazard !
I wonder to think who is their choreographer!
It is not a joyride for them at all, as we imagine;
From the sun rising and setting in each morning
What energy and pain they need to spend for living!
Can our pleasure be turned to empathy for this fragile being.?
I noticed them, through window pane taking care of wings
Always busy with sharp beak or claw for mending!
As the darkness moves slowly
What they twitter in the early morning ?
With ‘Kichmich , kichimich' sound in chorus tune ?
Do they give ‘get up call’ to all of their own flock..
To grab grains from the nearest plane
Before any other flock can encroach!.. L=42/W=165. /Dec’25
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