Sitting in the morning chill
Awaiting a busy day, a busy train
I saw these little birdies
Dancing round and round.
They made me pause, made me stop,
Forget the hustle, forget the loud,
and to spill my tea
on a train’s sound.
The birds flew up, down
Left and right
Moving smooth and bound
Over the buildings and over the mounds.
Oh my, it was a beautiful sight,
this swarm of birds and their moving show
and I wonder,
how they move so tight, move so right
Together, as they have their rhythm found.
So they danced round and round
round and round
And I wish I could stay and watch
But alas, I have a busy day to catch.
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