Bird's Eye

Birds’ Eye

Driving to work on a Monday morning
Merging on the highway
A Flock of birds I see
Wheeling aimlessly in the bright blue sky
Circling, swooping, diving and rising
Aimlessly, as it were, with no purpose whatsoever

And I wonder what they wonder
Looking down upon us,
Thousands of cars streaming north and south,
Merging in and exiting out
Heading east or turning west
Aimlessly, as it were, with no purpose whatsoever