(After witnessing a strange sight in the French Alps, March 24, 2015)
Today one of those giant fowl
passed with the grandest roar
I watched with admiration
how this mighty bird could soar.
But then it did the oddest thing
a most peculiar sight
changed attitude from up to down
descended like a kite.
I chirped and called and warbled
to warn it of disaster
but that great monstrous creature
only descended faster.
It plowed into a mountain
crashed into the cliffs
split into a million tiny
shards and broken bits.
I admit my jealousy
of giant’s perfect beak
its angle eyes, symmetric wings
its feathers smooth and sleek
it’s eagle speed, its beeline flight
its course above the cloud
its noble bold intelligence
its call, steady and loud.
But that’s all in the past now
I’ll never more complain
that I’m a simple warbler
and not a fancy plane.
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
I wrote this poem on April 1, 2015, the first day of 2015’s National Poetry Month. As you can tell, it was inspired by a tragic air event that had happened about a week before, on March 24, 2015.
I planned already earlier this week to publish it for Poetry Friday as my persona poem contribution to Michelle’s (and Laura Shovan’s) May challenge at Today’s Little Ditty. Then another eerily similar plane disappearance occurred just this morning, May 19th, Paris time. Oh my! My poem is by no means meant to make light of these very serious events.
Warbler reminds us, too, that it’s good to be just who we are.
This poem is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by the lovely Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche.