Acrobatic Zest
In zest that never fails, though pause it must,
The flittering and flapping in between
The hedges, shrubs, and roses, swoop adjust
Themselves in sunlight, changing to a keen
Ballet or modern dance, or more trapeze
Performance never touching down to ground.
The danseurs swing to platforms, grace and ease
Their essence. Swift assurance all around
Is their presumption as they graze the wind
That helps them, lifting them like water swirls
A fish through life. It is as if God grinned
While making birds that fly in garden curls.
They settle near a feeder, peck, and glance
Askance around because hawks take their chance.
~ Phillip Whidden