Nothing about a bird's life
seems difficult,
after escaping the egg. All birds ever called to fly,
first survive the egg.
After surviving the egg,
each bird seems
eminently able -- wait,
learning to fly,
that seems difficult
no, that, too, is automatic, an algorithm in some avian system
of cellular facility formation
while
maturation of flight feathers takes time,
not know how.
Wait, and see if
reasoning in birdbrains may be mono pole,
one aim, one direction
like by monopole
electrons driven, an action reaction loop, find good...
good? no, good? no, good, yes,eat this and
grow a few feathers,
without thinking, what are feathers for,
where no feathers were.
Birdbrains do not reason why. The baby watches
momma fly.
Unless, men have changed the program, tamed our wild ways,
fed us corn in quantities we never could imagine,
ours is but to be useful, my Raven mentor caws,
laughing like he knows I have no clue.
-- in the air a query, are chickens still birds?
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Nothing about a bird's life
seems difficult,
after escaping the egg. All birds ever called to fly,
first survive the egg.
After surviving the egg,
each bird seems
eminently able -- wait,
learning to fly,
that seems difficult
no, that, too, is automatic, an algorithm in some avian system
of cellular facility formation
while
maturation of flight feathers takes time,
not know how.
Wait, and see if
reasoning in birdbrains may be mono pole,
one aim, one direction
like by monopole
electrons driven, an action reaction loop, find good...
good? no, good? no, good, yes,eat this and
grow a few feathers,
without thinking, what are feathers for,
where no feathers were.
Birdbrains do not reason why. The baby watches
momma fly.
Unless, men have changed the program, tamed our wild ways,
fed us corn in quantities we never could imagine,
ours is but to be useful, my Raven mentor caws,
laughing like he knows I have no clue.
-- in the air a query, are chickens still birds?
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