The Bird Watchman
No movement in the sky does he not attend
No volley of ducks arrowing fast
No passing crow, no jay arguing through the trees
On the park bench, as others watch the girls, the boys
Gauge the ebb and flow of the city's life
He sits alone, eyes alert and aloft
Responsive to all lives in the air
Their numbers, ways, and reasons
From whence they rise
And where, at last, they fall