Busy Birds

Little birds must hear a sound inaudible to us Scurrying, they flap their wings, black shards in purple skies Over me, over me, they fail to see Little me, lonely, happier unknown Busy birds, your path so clear, unbounded by these thoughts Build a home and guard it close, your babies count on you As for me, as for me, you fail to see Little me, lonely, happier unknown, alone