Eight feathery class Aves (starlings)
Encompass a mud puddle
Between a cornfield and highway
Each taking turns splashing around
While the others stand vigilant
For any imminent danger
From above or from the traffic
Jam my wife and I were caught
Amidst, while impatient drivers
Vented their frustrations by blowing
Their different, raucous sounding horns
at no one in particular.
I looked at the feathery flock
and said, we should be as content.
What was that dear? She inquired.
Nothing dear, just thinking out loud.