To Fly, or Not to Fly



All around us - people spread their wings

In order to reach out, and do other things

Some of us fly in peace on the feathers of doves

Others soar as hawks, swooping down from above



We, the people of this planet, are like the birds

All of us, in some way - wanting so to be heard

And so we crow, caw, chirp, warble, or cackle

Identifying with the birds and the lives they tackle



But all they need do is search to find their prey

In order to survive, and thus live for another day

For us - it's so much more complicated than that

As our lives are much more involved, yet - old hat



To some - who are bored by their own very existence

There's nothing doing ... by their very own insistence

But others watch the birds, and how they do their thing

And are infused by the vision so much, 

                          their hearts sing 



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

11:15am Wed Jan 5th 2000