Watchers of the Seasons....

Crowing....

Sowing.....

Our voices through the morning air...

Scattered, we sit and stare....

At you strange creatures that are upon the earth....

Their is none like you since this planets birth...

Such a small number of you there was in the beginning...

Now our precious forests are thinning.....

We watched you devour this land.....

At once you were like the salt of the earth, now turned bland....

With your heads held down....

Staring into those screens, uttering not a sound...

We find you quite interesting to say the least...

Taking all the riches, pleasures of the sea and land for your feast....

Even calling us a peculiar name like Murder as we flock....

Though it is not us who has oceans of blood at our dock...

There is still scars on the earth from your wars...

To the likes of witch no one had ever seen such blood on the grassy floors....

You stole also our funeral procession and dressing all black.........

While others make marry in there strong drinks as they clack......

We watched as you took other animals traditions and skills....

Until you perfected your art of kills.....

Whether it was the beast of the earth or your own kind....

Even the skin you wore, there would be a reason to find....

Still even now we watch you so....

Some in fear, others are captivated or so they crow....

At your gadgets, machines an movie screens.......

Becoming less human with your technology vaccines....

For now we’ll wait and see what you’ll do in coming years....

You hold the keys to our future and greatest fears...