Of Sticks in the Earth

Assuming a bird's eye view Is one thing to see from on high How everything down upon the earth crawls At the bottom of an ocean made out of air With a couple of feathered friends there To enjoy it together for we love to share And even though you get silly birds Like chickens who peck the earth All day long from up close You could almost say Getting close with the earth Would be the meaning of their existence Masters of stick and pebble A seed An earth worm Plastic Whatever But necessity is the mother of the journey And at some stage I figured That you had had enough And so enough is also what you have Coming back to basics One is left with some sticks Sometimes in the sand Sometimes in your head Or the moist earth Depending on where you are from None the less Sometimes you are an eagle Eyeing the floor for the hyrax Or the odd hare It matters not For everyone has been Once upon a time Stuck playing with sticks In the earth like a chicken The wind blows over the clouds Turning the white fluff into a clock And as the vast mass passes across the sky Ever changing so that you can tell the difference Shapes turning in correspondence With the hourly hue that the earth catches From this radiant sun of ours There are rocks and boulders too Incredible things that are not For chickens to try and move And so you see that even when you are Where you are supposed to be Your eyes might sometimes well up For your chicken beak is quite weak And you can just imagine All the juicy worms squirming Underneath that thing But so you fret not want not For not even the wise old night owl Knows of any better neither

CuldeSac

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