Signs of the Times

Brown Clouds of cowbirds

Swirl and rise – line a telephone wire from Pole to pole—three

Lengths covered every inch with living

Chocolate - twittering - gathering up in preparation.

A moment’s sturdy

Pause

And they

Are off to a warmer Clime,

Sunnier skies — greener

Pastures

Crows

Scold them on their way

“Be gone—Good riddance”

But I will miss

The swishing swirls.