Evolution

Sun rising

flinging green fire

on flashing leaves

as birds flit

and call to each other

ancient songs of  

lust, warning,

hunger.

In twisting architecture

they rise,

sure-footed, fleet of wing,

fearless,

while below I stand,

neck craned,

stiff with gazing.

Back to my room,

I go - back to

my comfortable cave,

my simian

roots.

(19 June 2011)