The Crow Flies

6/6/16 Seeing things from both sides And copious amounts of smoke rise With my own eyes At times, I do not always know why As the time continues to go by And according to how the crow flies Matter and molecules bended And unexpected things occurred beyond being comprehended Some of which were unprecedented Not always was a helping hand lended Nor was it splendid everytime it ended Despite what was originally intended Have some respect and manners What good is delusions of grandeur? Some can't even hunt or gather See for yourself take a gander And then you'll have your answer Climbing ladders My pockets getting fatter Eyeing what it is I'm after Before going faster Amid the molecules and matter Combining and starting to scatter The bodies of water drying up or continuing to meander The droplets splatter Leaving areas damper Conflict and slander And reputations being hampered Unhealthy obsessions leading to disaster Out in the pasture Near rocks of jasper And flowers of aster In the field of rye there is a catcher There is an almost endless chatter Until its drowned out by the sound of a tractor