(The poetic form selected for this month is the ghazal, and this is the last one for the time being!)
Godwits wade, and in late summer light, take flight.
Gulls on beaches, crowds in black and white, take flight.
Old owls wake at dusk and opening wide each eye
(Stealthy phantom hunters of the night) take flight.
Nectar-feeding bellbirds in white blossom trees,
Hearing gravel footsteps near, take fright, take flight.
Raptors rip apart a captured careless hare;
Falcon, eagle, vulture, hawk and kite, take flight.
Ducks waddle in a hapless clumsy manner,
But unmindful of their shuffling plight, take flight.
Dodos without wings were stuck upon the ground;
Bruce’s blogging friends, with visions bright, take flight.