Nathan's Poetry- Old Birds

Old Birds

Two hairs sat like eagles, their feathers a-fluttering,

reminiscing on days of yore,

and how swiftly, it seemed, that their crag was uncluttering;

and how woolly it was there before.

"In MY day birds spread like a rug o'er this rock!"

said the first, with conceit, to the other.

"A regular wig and an elegant flock!"

the second agreed with his brother.

Their time-ravished ridge appeared weathered and shorn.

It reflected an unwholesome gleam.

Rejecting new flights and new perches with scorn,

they made a belligerent team.

With envy they'd scowl at the fowl 'cross the way.

A thick flock and sturdy new roost.

Said one to the other, "Outlandish display!"

"Rogaine," his partner deduced.

"I remember when we were a shock such as they."

"I'm sure we were never so bold!"

"At least handsome of plumage and none of it grey."

They argued and sat and grew old.

Now sitting alone, two trees in a clearing,

unshielded, to quake in the wind.

Though anxious, perhaps, that the fall might be nearing,

contented to wait with a friend.