A Winter's Bird Poem by Bryan Taplits

Undid was I looking at the sky,
For a cloud was scudding swift,
A black storm cloud,
An ascending wisp-
Then a careening, fleeting flit.
A bird I thought this winter's day
Who-lost-was marking for home,
That's why she spiraled like a top
To avoid her hibernal tomb.
So bold was she
This fowl
so fierce in her flight,
gaily moving forth,
But why oh why
Did she wing with such flair?
...For I think she was heading North!
I saw her boldly skid through the sky
as she made her way towards the dawn,
Then I saw her stutter once-
for just one brief sec-
as she soared into the sun.