Sitting and Watching


I flew in

Sat still

Ate a little

Content


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