I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. —Franklin D. Roosevelt
You can see them swooping from the trees up high, they hope they’ll —
Find a tiny morsel, a scrap of food to eat, to sway —
Nature in their favour to —
Live another busy day through.
Birds hoping to find worms to eat,
Survival filled with such screeching.
Wings drifting on the wind, their tweets now satisfied they ate —
Today was a lucky day, a game of chance they’re sated.
Fortune favours the brave so they say, but is it the brave —
Who triumph or their prey, having such a terrible bad day?
However, we try, birds diving,
Can’t save the fish from dying.
The birds eat, fish already gone.
Bad luck today, forever they’re gone.
In the cliffs in the distance, I watch birds swiftly fly,
Plunging, gliding higher, for soon they’ll be prey in sky.
For fortune knows, on certain days we win and on others —
We lose, so the birds they’re a meal ticket too, so discovered,
By bigger birds with talons sharp,
By the ocean’s creature’s smart.
Waiting for the birds to dive low,
Then gulping them down, never slow.
Call it the circle of life but it’s a necessary,
You can see them, so survive while you can, live eagerly.
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