The Logical Bird Sings a Logical Song

A single bird rests above Singing over and over again The same notes in the same logical order Again and again Seconds, minutes, hours pass The song never changes Doesn't it know what is around it? Doesn't it see the world below? The grass and flowers The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball Doesn't it see the two people in love? The two who want a beautiful melody A melody that matches they way they feel Soft lilting music Notes that match the sound of the breeze The distant waves Does the lonely bird care? Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset Muted by grey skies Chased by true blackness Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset? Hidden away Colors lost never to be seen again Or do they just repeat? Again and again Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset Fade into the darkness Into a distant memory And the bird, still singing the same notes Never realizing that he is not fully alive But knowing that his music is still logical.