Birds gliding

a huge flock of cranes

fly like a plough towards north

snowdrops lift their heads

a nice little blackbird

gives me a lovely spring song

cat takes hungry look

six swans far away

flying toward the North Pole

my greetings to ice

a flock of waxwings

ate all the rowan berries

one is left for me

flying squirrel

glides from tree to tree

where is the nest?

owl calls out to me

in the twilight time it is

shadow of a ghost

© Marianne Ståhlberg 2017