The Flock

The flock, undisturbed, exists in its own democracy -

enter the intruder - panic ensues.

What does he intend?

To harm, to admire,

to feed, to dishevel,

to destroy, to hold captive,

to crush, to caress?

The flock doesn’t want these things.

They long only to exist in peace,

content with the sun above - the earth below.

Does he want to remain here?

They can teach him to soar

if he can be still - and listen.

He can teach them the ways of his land;

they can be companions.

If only the nature of man

were to learn - not destroy.

They can hope - they can risk it,

but wisdom gives way - to the panic – innate,

they burst into flight,

into the safety of the clouds

where he can dream, but not reach.