Cranes Take Flight
You know its truly winter.
When you come grace us with your fights.
Like angels you appear.
In the cold and snowy night.
You strut your stuff so confidently.
And show of for all in sight.
You make it look so easy.
Like a professional in flight.
The dance of the cranes has no equal.
And so it will remain.
For the crane is the king off the dancing birds.
Forever it will reign.
The Nomadic Eagle
Posted on December 18, 2012, in art, birds, daily life, life, light poetry, nature, poems, poetry, postaday, writing and tagged bird, birds, crane, cranes, dancing, nature, postaday, winter. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.