Sunday, June 05, 2005

I'D RATHER BE A BIRD

A woodpecker pecks wood like a good woodpecker should. A hoot owl asks who? and a coo-coo in a clock goes coo-coo but is not coo-coo and that is true. All birds that fly know why they do what they do which is more than I can say for me and you.

We flit around from here to there, in the air or on the ground, all around the square, from street to street on tired feet and arches aching and breaking as a result of this undertaking.

When birds want to fly they flap their wings and the body does many things they couldn't do without them. When man wants to fly he must first buy a ticket. Once he flapped his arms and quickly found that wouldn't get him off the ground. Birds can chirp and birds can cheep and birds can build their nest---a cheap place to cheep yourself to sleep.

Man must buy or rent or lease or cuddle on a park bench with a wench until a cop comes strolling by and gives them the eye and they don't fly but flee or face arrest for vagrancy or, at least, disturbing the peace.

Birds of feather don't fly together as you'll see if you watch them fly in the wide open sky. They're not crammed together in traffic jams or assigned to budget seats where buttocks meet and get not a snack to eat. Birds can halt in their flight day or night to have a bite of worms they sight.

Unlike man, birds don't need a travel plan, they just take to wing and do their thing when and if they can. Man needs a reservation in advance of his vacation, business trip or just to skip the cops enforcing law and order waiting for them at the border.

Take my word. It's best to be a bird if you plan to fly. If you don't, just pass it by.

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