The Irregulars

I wrote this villanelle one day for Poetic Asides thinking it was the prompt, when it was not. I was able to use it for the Travel Prompt on April 24, 2009.

Years ago I noticed some birds at the Chicago Transit Authority Jefferson Park station. They were trying to fly in formation, it seemed. However, they chose not to continue in flight. They kept flying back and forth, unsure of where to go. They would go from one section of grass to another, then take off again. At times they would seem to be meeting in committee, eat some, and take off again. They were a disorganized bunch who seemed to need a flight director of choreographer. I chose those birds as the subject of my light-hearted villanelle.

The Irregulars

Where was their director of flight
that morning in Jefferson Park?
The birds wondered where to alight.

Formations were not very tight;
they flew on a whim or a lark.
Where was their director of flight?

Should they go to the left or the right?
Were they on or off of the mark?
The birds wondered where to alight.

Their committees met on more than one site.
They pondered, but were still in the dark.
Where was their director of flight?

Always keeping each other in sight
they landed somewhere in the park.
The birds wondered where to alight.

They ate while considering their plight,
needing leadership before it was dark.
Where was their director of flight?
The birds wondered where to alight.

Sheryl Kay Oder

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