Two Swifts Shrieking – a poem

Two Swifts Shrieking

 

Two swifts wheeling in the sky

Shrieking with delight –

Not missing their brethren.

 

In days not long gone

Those same skies

Were full of flocks of screaming swifts.

 

The air, now a desert,

Teemed with insects

That were scooped with such glee.

 

Do they now shriek with delight or horror?

 

Opher 23.6.2018

 

 

Two Swifts Shrieking

 

It is so noticeable to me that the skies are emptying. We were so used to seeing the swifts, swallows and housemartins, the filter feeders of the skies, putting on their aerial displays.

Where once there were flocks now they appear in pairs. The flocks have gone.

The skies that once buzzed with insects are empty. The insects have gone. There is no food.

The barns and house eaves that provided nesting sites are all knocked down, cleaned up and gone.

It is hard to believe the changes that have taken place in the space of one lifetime.

Were those two swifts really shrieking with delight!

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