A Fly By

A Fly By

I planted a Polk berry seed outside my window,
It grew into a seven feet tall bush that caged it in,
Every summer I would peer through and see the huge
Cluster of Polk berries gorged with juice, the redness of merlot wine.

I longed for and wondered if something would eat them,
Not so, every year they shriveled and dried, what a waste.


Then one day peering out the window at just the right time
Out the corner of my eye I saw a thick flock of birds fly in
And land on every branch. I stood frozen as a statue,
heart pounding, fearful they would fly away.

They cleared every berry in sight and quickly took flight

To this very day I wonder how they knew the berries were there
In midst of the city.
Someone greater than I took pity
heard my silent cry and sent them by.