Coronota

  Whiplash migration, filling the branches
  one day, on their way the next, so quick it seems,
  four weeks flying by as fast as the flash
  of their yellow posterity, moving in dreams
  from south to north to south again with stops
  and light refreshments.  Free music.  Dancing.
  Life, nothing fancy, but sweet all the same,
  the simplest warble and a two-step shuffle,
  easy going charity with yellow patches
  on the elbows of their sleeves and in the press
  of their hats.  Plain folk simply passing through
  with an unexpected splash of country
  flare, nothing fancy but sweet all the same,
  and only memories with the next flight south.