Birds on the road
Almost always know
The precise moment
It’s time to go
And just how to fly
So they don’t splat and die
On the windshield of
A car racing by
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Birds on the road
Almost always know
The precise moment
It’s time to go
And just how to fly
So they don’t splat and die
On the windshield of
A car racing by