"Cedar Waxwings"

The Cedar Waxwings came as they do every year,
brassy, brash and beautiful.
They flutter around, hanging together
asking for premission to land
from some unknown source.
They make rows in the trees
on long clean branches
afraid to go it alone.
Their black Zoro mask makes them easy to spot,
soft blended colors gives them a waxy look.
They eat the berries and get a drink,
all landing at once in the birdbath
pushing and shoving to find a spot,
then rushing back to a branch.
Where are they going so fast?
Do they need a plan?
Do they know how beautiful they are?
I would like to hold them in my eyes
for a longer time to see, to memorize.
We must be content to catch a glimpse
each Spring as they hurry on their way.
We hope they will come and visit us,
on yet another Spring day.