Seagulls float in this neighborhood
also crows in their multitudes
legions of tiny feather ***** and
an occasional raptor

Much like country music they all play their part
a weeping plucked guitar tweet or
sorrowful melody

When the wood wind reeds
wings fold gusts of air into harmonious flight
through cords of trees and branches

Fast moving clouds frame the miles-per-hour
while those that can take to sky in ovals,
loops, swoop high and low in concert currents
and fiddle footed dancing in another Northwest blow

-cec