Flaps Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flaps

Tomorrow, choose a time,
Get dressed and go out,
Walk and find a haven,
A creek, some river…

Or maybe, beach, or lake,
Can be sea or ocean…

Or a forest, jungle,
Or a park, or even,
A landfill, anywhere.

Squat, sit idle,
Let your eyes do the rest,
Watch the birds.

Look at the wings, feathers,
Their flights, right and left,
Up and down, maneuvers.

They amuse, are great,
Some flap, some glide,
Or a mix, or somehow,
…, …, …,

Then return, shut your eyes,
Remember what went on.