BIRDS HAVE PICNICS TOO

Notes announcing picnic fest, Sang through the cyber air,
Some feasted first at Eileen's place, A bird bath also there.
From east, west, north and south they came,
And flew without a care.

It sounded like an orchestra, With trills and liquid song,
Practicing in swoops and swirls, All ages came along.
Pine beetles fresh in salads greens, And grains in good supply,
That spilled from overloaded trucks, Barley, wheat and rye.

They talked about the seasons flight, Fall would soon be here,
No paper maps were studied since, They tuned to inner ears,
They visited and bragged about, Home and family too,
Played and showed their speed and song, It was a grand review.

They gave advice with chirping sounds, The routes they took in fall,
To reach the warmer southern range, The latest news and all.
And then a sky cloud blinked that said, The sun sinks soon tonight,
They ate the crumbs that humans left, And soared toward the heights.

Zooming through the cool night air, They sang their evening songs,
Then tucked their beaks behind a wing, And dreamed 'til daylight's gong.
When traffic sounds would stir the air, And surely wondered why,
People had to board a plane, And couldn't learn to fly.