108. In A Blink of an Eye (108)

They visit most days,
Just drop in from the sky,
Dunk their bread into water,
As they spy with their eye...
It started with one or two.
Today, there are many, more than a few...
Each year the newborns are given the tour,
The legacy ports of call, on the shed roof, endure,
A safe height, from the ground preditor.
The cat, the dog and the human endeavour.
Water, seed and bread, a reliable resource,
For what we call, our feathered friends,
A sausage roll for those that are majestic amends
When my presence is known, they take to the skies
Only to return, when my back is turned
Or I am disguised....
Or when I observe from the house, inside.
Their rules are not mine ...

The regular groups, their personality, or traits...
Their familiarities and grace...
Their timidness, this is their reality,
A semi-trust, one of distance, a must.
The symbiotic creature aloof of trust.
They are the dinousaurs of the past and present.
Reduced to the size of a our hand or shaped like a crescent,
Dependable on water, sustenance that is present...
We are their watchers, safeguard destruction...
Like with all creatures there is effluxion...

However; one thinks of China 1958;
Mao Zedong the communist leader of state.
The people killed all the sparrows bar a few, through hate!
Only to kill 55 million people, the consequence throughout...
The Sparrows killed the bugs; the locusts too!
That killed the crops before the bird massacre brew,
Came the bed bugs an additional taboo...
For mankind, to live a new....
Mother nature for centuries had observed,
The balance of nature as to be monitored and curbed,
By taking from her the balancing of life,
China's people paid the ultimate price.
Mother Nature is in power to control
And has full jurisdiction of each individual soul...