As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink Coal black as every poet's ink, hue upon hue a rook and a raven flew flew flew as the wind it breezily blew blew blew And blustery became the view, view, view
An albatross then gracefully took to the air and for hours it seemed to linger there Then we saw magpies rise unto the skies As well as a kestrel soar with such flying flair
Bright toucans and brown falcons too fly and glide So many wings fill up God's wide skyline
All such avians rise and shine with 'flying colours'. Their flight enabled and powered by divine powers
O' birds of flight your secrets tell and if you know which of us had end up in heaven or hell? For isn't all is well that ends well. Lets pray there ain't hell's murk but Eden's light at the end of the tunnel!