Our poetry pact

 Rachel and I are attempting to write a poem a day in April -- that means, probably, many not so hot poems, mostly on domestic topics, I think.  Here is mine for yesterday.

Aerial Invasion

Dark bodies in the air

--only two today,

sometimes six or eight –

wide spread wing gliding

they signal plans to land

honk! honk! honk! honk!

no stealth approach, they

drop fast, heads back

chests out braking

wide webbed feet

their landing gear, breaking

their fall, touch down

lightly, running a few steps

on the lawn’s runway,

their breakfast buffet.

they are simply hungry,

barely notice me

I might as well be a tree.