Sonnet (Psalm 130 KJV)

Beati immaculati, they are happy.
Whose life is blameless.
The swallow in her innocence wanders gladly.
Her marathon flight so courageous.

How I yearn for your arrival.
Completing your great pilgrimage from South Africa,
One day on the high wold I will know of your travel.
And hear your song so laughrica.

I doubt if I will see your slender stream lined body and forked tail.
You announce good times but half your numbers will not survive.
Here you will search for your insect snack, your holy grail.
Perhaps I will catch a sight of your determined crash dive.

How I ask do you navigate eight thousand miles.
And survive without complaint, like us, your trials.

Haiku

Come swallow arrive
Spring is here you say at last
Your song enthrals me