Birdview, 2
Jan 18, 2023
Sun on wings, flutter, flee,
Off away behind the shading shed,
You may return, yet, having fled,
Why not stay away awhile gone,
I’ve no worry, no great need to smile again,
At our chance meeting today, perhaps tomorrow a want
To encounter your flying, fleeting jaunt,
As midmorning hushes the grassland growth.
© SXT 2023