.
Swifts take the high notes
the air thick with sparrow chirps
and magpies squawking
.
by Scooj
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Swifts take the high notes
the air thick with sparrow chirps
and magpies squawking
.
by Scooj
.
It is the best day
when swifts announce their return
invisible cries
.
by Scooj
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Peerless aeronauts
I feared they would not return
sky-high joyful flight
.
by Scooj
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There will come a day
when the swifts do not return
and we will notice
.
by Scooj
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The sound I’ve longed for
heralds temperate summer
shrill cries on the breeze
.
by Scooj
.
Swifts’ shrill, sweet singing
black sickles against blue skies
the height of summer
.
by Scooj
.
With scimitar wings
slicing through part-clouded skies
summer is complete
.
by Scooj
.
Delayed migration
large skies devoid of swift song
summer not yet here
.
by Scooj
.
Who needs a summer?
already the swifts’ shrill cries
fill gorgeous blue skies
.
by Scooj
My ears deceived me?
I swear I heard the shrill cries
of swifts overhead.
by Scooj