TIME TO FLY
The time has come for birds to go,
To a much warmer place you know.
To spend their summers they come here,
They raise their young, then disappear.
Their time with us is very short,
And when they leave they do report
That soon a colder time will be
Coming our way. Oh don’t you see?
Mostly adults are first to leave,
Then go the young when they believe
That summer will not reappear,
Then they know, it’s time to leave here.
And so the flocks begin to fly,
Flapping their wings to wave goodbye!
© 2019 Steve McLeod.