PERFECT TIMING

I have been seated here
Patiently waiting for the noise to hear
The encouraging chirp, a confirmation of day
Waiting to see, the golden shine yonder
Casting silhouettes of the eager melody makers



I must admit I pity the worm
But neither nature nor I are to blame
There just isn’t space for the lame
The worm was late the bird was late
I sigh into my folded legs, and wait longer

I gaze at the chick, in the rush, with blinds on
Ignoring the warning cluck, of mother hen within
Up in the sky, soars the mighty eagle
On the roam with intentions, to break the fast
And with a sharp dive, miss rebellious is gone

Then I sit back and wait no longer
I wonder and ponder, ones weakness, another’s plunder
Then I draw a line, defining partially existence
Don’t just do, synchrony with time is of essence
For without living they won’t die, won’t live