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Sitting and Watching

I flew in

Sat still

Ate a little


Perched up high

I catch an eye

Minding my own business

With little care

How I love to fly

So free

Which way shall I go

No need to follow

Many companions standing by

Some feisty and restless

Others calm and subtle

What mood am I in

Strange those other beings

Always so busy

In such a hurry

Do they ever stop

I sit and watch them

Running, riding and gliding by

Moving, moving and moving some more

Always squawking to themselves it seems

It’s a beautiful day

Do they notice

Do they care

Do they appreciate

Those silly beings

I’m glad I’m me

So content

So free

Barton West


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