A Crew of Horners

Down to the quiet bay

a host of tree swallows

leads Linda from the fray

to guideposts and salty shallows.

 

Beyond Henlopen Cape

a lurching pod of whales

jump beyond Stanley’s gape

sounding their tragic tales.

 

Ah, yes, a harras of horses,

all unknown to Michelle,

gallop as studly forces.

Too soon she’ll say farewell.

 

Tom’s new liberation

gives him time to scout

a home, and reposition

himself like a hover of trout.

 

A murmuration of sparrows

like many calls and bookings

is Nancy’s claim to kudos,

worn with handmade earrings.

 

What is the business of ferrets?

What their inquisitive search?

Audits? Tribbles? Kibbitz?

Ask Doug on his digital perch.

 

If Charlotte were reincarnated,

she’d be one in a gaggle of geese.

They honk when they hang congregated.

No down, –She’ll wear only fleece.

 

Jim is swimming to school

with a reunion of dolphins;

he thinks they are really cool,

just not as much as his herons.

 

Here’s not one herd of elephants;

Lewes would need a zoo.

Birds are the only residents

Jim loves,–

Oh, fishhooks! Forgot to count you!