Malcontents

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.