Air Born
Have you ever caught the magic
Of tiny birds at play?
The latest brook, in autumn
Not long from nesting day
When parents kept them robust
With constant food—and care
Till now they’re frisky fledglings
Whose playground is the air.
They love to play at ‘catch me’
As along a bough they jump,
And then comes ‘follow-the-leader’
Through leaves and busy clump—
‘Leap-frog’ and ‘hide-and-seek’
Are really favourites too!
I often stop to watch them play…
Do you?
© Patricia Lamont
