His greying wings flake 
Above blistered air 
To send him  
Into peace that settles 
Up there 

With a slight tilt 
Direction sets 
Momentum holds 
Without sound 
He descends 

An ordinary bird 
Of the common park 
Proudly patrols
These parts 
Of his sky 

To watch 
Passing land 
For what might 
Risk 
His place

Of importance 
Statue 
And the coming of his 
Proudest 
Time 

He will fly 
To protect 
Love 
And care 
The December sky