One Migratory Bird To Another 'no V Pattern No Do' Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Have you ever wondered why birds
Fly in a v-pattern I ask for we
Are going on a long journey so
We may as well as speak some
Truth one to another? These
Here ducks swimming in this river
On the banks of which we stand
Concur that this is to be
Done by me and you if we must
Live the life of migratory
Birds with no wings who have
A sense of direction.

The ducks whispered that
Wrong vision, wrong way,
Wrong everything and flapped
Their wings splashing me
With water and telling me
To go and ask the birds.
Feeling rejected for not
Getting a hug from these
Winged friends, but this
Wet chastisement of this
Splash I buzz off my eyes
Looking sky high for winged
Friends to tell me more for
I live assured that these
Rude ducks are unusual for
Politeness is rife in the
Bird world.


The birds tell me crooked
Ways don't do it and their
Suggestions tell me To
Get into the vortex of truth
As it spins in the air
And follow them for if I
Do not have a clear way
Ahead, I will be one of kind
And lose my way alone
While they constantly
Follow the v-pattern
For no v-pattern no do
Says one bird to another

For me and you we live unsure
Where our ways are going to
Cross for if they do so we
Will confuse each other
If I lead the v-pattern
Get the message, find your
Wind and join in the flight
For we are going far and
Going in circles will not
Do it. Winged friends or
No winged friends to follow
We have to reach the ends of
The earth in season.