A flying scythe
In summer skies
Black speck above
It flits, it swoops
On air it floats
The sky it loves
It screams defiance
In the blue
Black speck above
Nothing could tie it
To the ground
The sky it loves
A flying scythe
Black speck above
The sky it loves.
Saw my first swallow of this year today. Apart from geese flying overhead twice a year swallows and swifts are my indicator birds for the changing of the seasons. It's nice to see them back again.
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