Birds
They fly and they sing
they chirp and they warble
they own the skies above us
but
they also share our world
down here on the ground
their legs anchor and grip
hop and scuttle
but they don’t wear trousers
or kick a ball
their arms flap and glide
soar and dip
but they don’t wear gloves
or write down lists
they are
not even
a tiny bit like us
but
we both share
we both trust
we both love
and we both accept
that we are here together
we both feel heat
from the same sun
we both get wet
from the same rain
and we both
live and die
on the same
spinning sphere
that we call home.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2024
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