Hey!!! Little black birds, with the bright orange wings ...

Oh, where, oh, where on earth, did you get those things?

So striking you are in your flat black body color ...

With those vivid bright orange markings on wings so pure



And you fly so gracefully with the orange marks fluttering

It's almost like a flashing red-orange sign you're puttering

About - looking for a place to fly into and land safely ...

Yet, there's no need, as you're so light, and thus, any place to be



Where you decide to drop down to savor any pleasure

Will be a chest opening to reveal all its treasures ...

So go to it, my friend, and light up the sky or a bush

And I shall look on and marvel at the scene with a crush



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:35am Tuesday, June 16th, 1998