the secret life of birds.

birds fill the air
in a silent swoop
of ten thousand feathers

so fastidious, those birds…
they gather their prey
and their gossip,
dissolving the days
in circular flight

in the streets below
filled to the brim
with mice and with men
they choose the one-ways
rather than roundabouts

so peculiar, those mammals…
always racing forward
never facing forward
just looking up
at the birds above
wishing
for those wings




peace.
-lise.