A Different Kind of War

Opening the window

In the middle of the night

To see the birds swooping

Marvelous in their flight

Beady eyes shining

In the light of a song

Flying through the air

Echoing all year long

Flowers spring up

Scattering down below

Bright petals unfurl

Blood red in their glow

Small ants scurrying

Running to and fro

Trying to fight their

Much, much larger foe

Then the sun comes up,

The night is now through

Birds fly to their nest

And we start the day new