Sitting On A Wire:

Friday, November 7, 2008
Sitting On A Wire:


SITTING ON A WIRE:
Friday, November,

7th 2008

By: Jenny Spencer

Man, look at those birds over there on that wire.
Sitting and balancing,
And having a conversation
with those, they admire.
They’d have to almost have an extreme desire,
Because you know, they must get tired.
My, how quiet they are,
I’d almost say, they’re almost about to conspire.
Why compared to you and me,
I’d say they’re way up higher.
Sitting up there on that wire.



Would they welcome a passerby to sing along and be a part of their choir?
Or would they tell them to leave, because,
That person is someone,
They didn’t admire.
Do you think they’d request,
That a person be dressed
In a well groomed attire.
Or just to stop by,
with their voice as their best?


How do you think this would seem to appear?
So many birds,
Gathered so near?
Why just look at how much they can see,
Of the great frontier.
Is there a chance they’d show,
the look of fear?
Do you think they’d need someone to interfere?


But at the end of the day,
As the sun sets, it’s last ray.
Before any longer,
As They might decide to stay,
The birds,
They fly on their way.