Member Poem

FLYING HOME

Birds showing their expertise at navigation
Not only the long annual trek of migration
But their returning to one specific location
Flying back, perhaps to their nest in a tree
Which tree, branch or twig, difficult to see
Good eyesight must help make the decision

But straight in, seemingly without hesitation
Into their otherwise hidden accommodation
And on landing, then met with a sussuration
After a thousand miles crossing land and sea
A compass brain and that recognition ability
Yet ending with such a remarkable precision

Or at twilight, flying in a large murmuration
Swooping together, not in loose aggregation
Amazing flying feats of such synchronisation
Or just a dot in the sky, as alone as it can be
But never at risk of losing its unique identity
Even if only for home, calls on perfect vision