I saw a couple of birds this morning;
their aspect was anything but boring.
They stood, each other facing,
as though seriously communing!
And I couldn’t help theorising,
on what they were contemplating.
The early worm?
or birdly wisdom?
What was passing between the birds?
I simply had to know the words!
…and still they stood,
Still as wood;
Until my eagerness,
I could barely harness.
Then, abruptly they flew away,
having apparently said their say.
Sigh! My curiosity is fated
to remain unsated.
I consoled myself,
without letting disappointment engulf:
“Birds will be birds,
They aren’t nerds!
Don’t contain intelligent grains.”
Calling me the fox in the adage?
Hmm. I acquiesce in the badinage.