What a beautiful sight to behold
Evening to watch the birds
fly so low, happy and free
Pleasant as always as they can be
They take a quick jab at me,
(the smarty pants perhaps)
Flying directly to my face
And just docking
At the last minute I make any gesture to move
I guess I'm as entertained as they are,
But as they make the beautiful manoeuvre
They seem to cast a side glance at me
Saying
"Don't you dare this manoeuvre at home "
And in silent whispers
I node my head in consonance