Bird,S Eye

BIRD’S EYE He sails above the city valley This bird This bird of paradise Oh he’s not the familiar, many colored fowl… Well? Many colored, yes. But not the New Guinea variety of creatures struggling to survive No This flyer has purpose He’s heaven’s own eye And he watches, Watches from high above the crowded, jumbled skyscrapers. Watches those civilized ants racing along to somewhere – God only knows where – And he quite often calls down, His sweet falsetto urging, Urging the racers to stop - STOP! – To gather together In a profound silence And listen to his song Dave Austin