At Birchmount and Danforth Ave, I raise my head

Two soar back and forth, between the chapel and the lowrise
Pivot with the wind, beating wings less than I blink

I stop and stare, missing the changing lights
Majestic dinosaur descendants, I tell my birder friend

Dark brown with yellow beaks, light feathers at the hem
Draw them from memory, but they are so far up

She speculates with her app:
Eurasian Blackbird, Common Black Hawk

Not common to the region, I try to connect the roads
Go for walks neck strained ⸺ Wow as the camera shakes

We are three months into a new lockdown
I consider God, keep my prayers to Thanks

Ask sky to share once, and they circle the few blocks to my home
Bareheads, bulky feathers, they sit wet and ruffled on a billboard

Search: Scarborough, Ontario, learn: 5’7 wingspan
A wake when bowed over a corpse, a committee on a tree

Their name a kettle or cleansing breeze
Others see their holy too ⸺ I tell my friends, How lucky

Saw more than twenty in migration go south this fall ⸺ Good for them
Often I look up mistaken, more private planes in the sky