Fledgelings
The sound was sweet
Upon my senses, it did sweep
The day began to heat
It was now time to sleep
Afternoon’s siesta done
Evening had begun
The birds again did sing
More and more in spring
Upon the wing, they hunt
Acrobatics like a stunt
Those that are fast
They are unsurpassed
The chicks all wait
Their bills agape
As fledgelings, they try
If only they could fly
Soon they will try
Madly flapping they flit
To flight, they commit
Through the air with grit
As they leave the nest
With puffed out chest
Parents now rest
They too leave the nest
© Hamish McKenna
