Birds of a Feather Flocking Poem

Gregarious, Birds of a feather… Flying straight south, A flock together… No room for others, Not even some ducks… Nor any raptors, And nothing that clucks! I always enjoy watching the geese fly by in the spring and fall with their effective and very recognizable ‘V’ pattern. Though I wish they wouldn’t stay so muchContinue reading “Birds of a Feather Flocking Poem”