Getting ready

The honkers are preparing already
Trying out flight patterns
Flying desultory sorties
Peppering the sky in not-so-neat arrangements

They're just warming up, after all
The real work is yet to come
There's more prep yet
More fattening to do
More of the work that comes
Before the work

Another arrowhead flies by,
One flank longer than the other;
Asymmetry is nature's pedigree.
This one's very quiet,
Hardly a sound as they silhouette the western sky.
Are they enjoying the sunset?
Like us, do they drop the petty squabbles
To enjoy a moment of wonder?