Migrant Birds

Suddenly out of the blue
they came together and flopped down,
children wanted to shoot some with catapults
when wildly they flapped wings among each other,
were walking up and down with twittering sounds,
were standing around in parks for breadcrumbs,
were walking around on sidewalks like pedestrians
until the church bells did ring of three o'clock,
and they flew up in a wide curve
taking to flight into a born-in direction.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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