Flutter Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

What a beautiful racket you make
Behind the morning sun
Changing shapes through my screen
In front and behind me

I hear your songs to proclaim the morning
And you make your presence known

I hear you frantically flutter past

Bringing messages and food
Over and across my garden
With your babies flying behind you

Soon the din will subside
As you settle into the breath of the day

And into the breath of mine