Rising Sun From The East Poem by chas garcia

The sky is clear, no visible clouds,
as I look out to my aviary no birds to be found.
This is strange as hungry they must be.
Perhaps they need some rest, before migration
to some foreign land, will need fattening before a long journey,
perhaps they choose to sleep a little longer, as they
know that the seed will still be near.
Many will end up in Mexico, others to migrate to South America
at some given field.