The birds hovering Through grey clouds And dark skies Passing all people Going about their lives
As nobody minds them So birds do not mind They seem to be thoughtless But sing like they're wise Most people don't see them Maybe just for a while
While waiting for something Like a bus or a train While observing the skies Birds sit there on cables That power our lives
The birds hovering Over blank empty faces With a slight look of boredom Of traveling back and forth
If only the faces Would pay attention some more With the singing of nature
Waiting for buses is not such a chore
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