Today I woke up to the sounds of birds migrating.
Perhaps they were discussing their winter schedule,
Or maybe they were arguing with their Sat-Nav.
Standing, flat-footed, on the cold floor boards
I peeked at them as they moved across the sky
Silouetted against a primary-coloured backdrop.
I let the slats go and sloped back to my warm bed
and thought of the journey they were making
and then it occurred to me, they had no choice –
they took flight to ensure their survival.
We cannot fly.