Birds fly together
from hither to thither
rustling their lovely feathers
on pursuit of a lively gather
they go about searching rather
taking flight a little slower
gaining in height much faster
rounding in the skies longer
descending much later
eyeing the bait down nether
devouring them in leisure
fly to a place farther
hunting for a prey greater
soaring up further
returning an hour after
where their young ones eager
wait for their fly back altogether
expecting a wholesome dinner.
Tag: flock
A Man Ahead
Deciding not to talk
he took a walk
saw a lonely stalk
seated in a rock
standing away from its flock
it seemed to have a mental block
and was in a status locked
as it stared at him from the dock
he went forward and got knocked
by its grace which was in great stock
appreciating its tenacity without a mock
he went ahead chiming like a clock,
The Retreat.
The water dashed on the rocks
turned inside with a brush.
The wind stuck on the hillocks
went back in a rush.
The rains fell heavily on the land locks
decreased in a hush.
The devastation was terrific on the flocks
creating a violent crush.
There ends everything on the dock
up on the grassy lock,
up over a marshy block,
up at the strike of the clock,
amidst a happy flock,
there was a lovely slot.
A dainty entry from the hills,
with a sharp bill,
with a sapphire fill,
calling in a voice shrill,
made its way in a drill,
it was an enticing dance.
The colourful feathers spread grand,
opened up like a canopy on a land,
throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,
the dense feathers enchanted the band,
it appeared as an action of a magic wand,
It created a trance.
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The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,
it greeted the pleasantries of south,
it solicited the charm of west,
it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,
exhibiting a marvellous feat,
it was a concert best.
Hopping it went ahead,
jumping it trotted back,
elaborating it moved right,
accelerating it speeded left,
displaying a nimble footed treat,
it held everyone in toes.
Crooning goes round the peahen
singing tunes of love in tens,
kindling the peacock to dance in sevens,
enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,
Good God! it was nothing but heavens,
it was a beautiful romance.