Musician or Harbinger?

Photo by Ingemar Johnsson, Unsplash

I hear you in the budding bushes
and the sleeping beech,
playing your mellow flute of spring.
What do you see
with your yellow-kohled eyes,
tilting your head,
ebony feathers ready to catch the wind?
Was this a warning,
and not a song?

Bjorn is hosting at d’Verse tonight (https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/07/eyeing-the-quadrille-147/) asking us to write a quadrille to include the word ‘eye’. Here is my offering. For other responses to this lovely prompt visit the link above.