Fay Slimm.

BIRD-TUNED.

 

 


BIRD-TUNED.

 

Around the murmurs of dawn-ridden bay
light moves with sun-rising\'s baited wings,
smears change of chorus in nest-sites\' affray
and late-hatched wild fledglings to order brings.

 

Beneath the hint of its storm-hidden face
tide lifts false breast-heaving liquid ribs,
grips feathered chicks in air\'s chilling embrace
while wave-height\'s fair warning linger forbids.

 

Above the high dune\'s wind-bitten byways
sky fills with flight-beating groups of geese,
thrills early watchers for bird-tuned displays
as white migration makes haste to new fields.