Ten birds on a telephone wire
Two fly off
One decides to peck his feathers
Three remain perfectly still
Three more fly off
One more arrives and he is staring straight at the
absolutely blue sky
Four birds on a telephone wire
Three are thinking about dinner
One is dreaming
Two are listening to one bird's thoughts
He has four hundred and twenty-five thoughts
The others subtracted three thoughts
Nine birds on a telephone wire
Six fly off
Three birds keeping track of traffic
How many cars?
How much exhaust?
How many windows rolled up against the cold?
How long can you sit and count the birds?
from Thawed Stars