| Wings Slapping What�s all that racket? Bickering screams, pierce the air. What provoked such wrath? Maybe the sudden death of someone fair. A mass of wings slapping, Why, The answer wasn�t easily found. Was there some tasty feast, At the very bottom of that mound? A wave of my out-stretched hand, and a mighty woosh, darkened the skies. What a timid bunch they are. Size intimidates those little guys. Working together, I wanted to say, "You cou could amass a great reward." But, their limited grey matter. can�t think beyond what they can individually hoard. What did they desire? What would dare them to risk all their life�s worth? A shiny gold coin, with an inscription, so faint, reads Peace on Earth. Paul Fresco Fort Worth, Texas Copyright �2002 Paul Fresco All rights reserved. BACK E-MAIL This one started out to address petty bickering and grew to something greater � global bickering. |