Fly, birds, fly…

Gentle sounds from migrating birds.
I heard thousands go by last night
in the cold, clear winter sky.

To each of these thousands of swans,
geese and any other birds I say, get out 
of the country quick.

Before New Year's Eve at least, when
at midnight we have this tradition to
bomb the country with festive fire works.

To all the dogs shaking on their leashes, all the cats
hiding in the streets, all the city birds, park birds,
homeless, people who have fled from real
bombs, the police, the people working on
emergency wards, the highly sensitives, 
the whole country who want fireworks 
banned while we have to hold on to traditions,
fly birds fly, leave the country by New Year's Eve!