Flocks Poem by soren Barrett

Birds on the wing in a straight line
Northward bound unbroken they fly
Season change is their sign
Cast beneath feathered clouds in a golden sky

Endless numbers without question they follow
Dots then dashes of code set on high
Messages from water fowl or swallow
Too distant to hear their cry

What message do they send below?
Is there meaning in this code, wind blown?
Cryptic lines of life's flow
Winging it alone is where trouble is sown