A Silly Poem about the Massive Flock of Grus Grus

Photo by J. Sharland Day

A big damn bird flew in front of our car,

As we drove down the road to Seville (Sayveea).

It landed in a field but was too far

To see what it might be-a.

Was it a giant bird or small plane?

I chuckled to myself.

That thought was silly and quite inane

Yet I knew it was no elf.

I grabbed my camera for to click

A photo of that giant bird

But we whizzed by it much too quick

And my shot was very blurred.

I could not tell what it was

By that blurry countenance

I only knew it had long jaws

And tall legs by its stance.

A crane, I concluded, sorry I missed

That photo opportunity

We did not stop, nor did I insist

That we go back for me to see

What that thing was with a colossal wingspan

And really long feathery neck

But soon I spied the rest of the clan

Far away and only a speck.

Hundreds of specks were flying away

Up high into the sky

That flock soon turned and seemed to sway

Like a black wave on the fly.

I pointed to that flock of birds

So that the others would not miss

For that vision I had no words

And felt a momentary bliss.

Photo by J. Sharland Day

The car pulled over and we all climbed out

To watch that flock in the sky

I was glad that we diverted and had to reroute

Just to see that mass of birds fly

Their grace as a unit was quite amazing to me

And I wished I knew their name.

I was sure that the internet would allow me to see

That this bird was rare and with fame.

But alas, when I went online 

To check out the lineage by name

I found that it was nothing sublime

But a common Grus Grus of crane.

Oh well, I thought, it was special to me.

Since we were now in España 

Everything was special to see

And I was eager for more mañana,

When we arrived in Sayvee.