I hear a sound what can it be
I glance around what do I see,
The sky so blue where eagles fly
Keen eye so true will morsels spy !
God’s creatures that pass overhead
They cannot speak, they have not read
Their home an aerie up so high
Far out of sight of human eye !
What do they know, how do they thrive
What instinct keeps their world alive,
I wish I knew if they could think
About our times perched on the brink ?
What do birds know of peace and war
What can it be they’re wishing for,
Wild denizens of God’s great sky
I wonder if they question why ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 