My flock of friends flew in yesterday.
They filled the trees with excitement.
Groups took turns swooping down to visit my Foster Holly.
The party lasted from morning ’til evening.
Just at dusk, they lifted from the tree tops and flew away.
I do not know where the Cedar Waxwings come from or where they go when they leave.
But they know where my Foster Holly is
and stop by every spring to feast on its berries and rest as they journey.
Follow the Flock.