Cedar Waxwings arrived today,
fleeing from the cold jet stream,
that chases them from their lairs
and brings them here to warm.
Their song is heard before I see
their smooth, multi-hued bodies of
lemon, masking black, russet
and gray, with those bright
splashes of red on wings,
topped off with crested heads.
Grabbing up my binoculars
to get an up-close peek,
I train them out my back
door up in the bay laurel tree.
Several are seen busily flitting
from berried limb to limb, all the
while they’re whistling their high-
pitched piercing trills.
Each year I thrill to spot them
as they visit my backyard laurel,
soon I hope the Robins will join
them, bobbing the yard with red.
Open Link Night # 21 at dVerse Poets http://dversepoets.com/2011/12/06/openlinknight-week-21/