Destination Unknown (REVISED)

My urge to travel unravels [gravel]
flying in the wind finding my mind
I gawk at the Red-Tail Hawk
circling, like a boat in water,
“weren’t no” tidal wave,
But a current of warm air,
Tunnel, pipeline to the Heavens,
the THERMAL no hurdle —
Surfing, the Red-Tail Hawk slowly floats UP
wings translucent in the hard-won sun;
the red in its tail is like fire in the sky,
elusive…
I don’t need to run as I watch this bird
following the wind,
destination unknown,
traveling…

An Unexpected Warrior

SQUAWK, chirp, an explosion of sound,
cascade of blue feathers, Fountain,
three Blue Jays flew UP, and “ran away“,
left the premises, Got out of Dodge.
Hissing — the remaining — slight gray Mockingbird
flew to the top of the of the lamp post.
His long tail feathers were twitching,
[waving his flag]
in VICTORY.

CLOUD

Red-Winged Blackbirds, Starlings, Grackles; they’re all
A response [cluster] migratory call.
Blackbirds “meet-up” in the grass, foraging;
Methodical search for gourmet eating.
Shadowy flicker, a blackbird’s descent–
Do all birds possess inherent good sense?
The Blackbirds mingling in the wet grass,
Hear the silent command, RISE UP – en masse.
Blackbirds congregated in the same tree
Will strike up the band; it’s a singing spree!

CELESTIAL CALL

The Cardinal perched, a respite from flight —
Deep red blood – the bird to sing — heart’s delight.
Talented Linguist is the Mockingbird;
Melodic mimic, it’s celestial — WORD.
Flapping [feathers] a honk and a thud —
Two Canada Geese walking in the mud.
Live Wire revitalized, the Mockingbird,
Feathers ruffled by the wind… how absurd.
Long neck undulating – up, down, the nod,
Part of a Canada goose strange ballade.

Making the Commitment

Perched on the precipice, telephone pole —
The huge black Crow cawed, to connect his goal.
When a Crow’s calling, he thrusts his head out,
Extends his neck, feathers a visual “shout”.
His whole body’s involved in this cawing,
Beak slightly open — this bird’s vibrating.
I think he’s lonely, looking for kinfolk;
Take a chance, roll that dice, go for broke.
When birds are talking they give it their ALL.
I’m running down the Hall; will I trip and fall?