From A Crow's Eye View Poem by Mark Heathcote

From a crow's eye view, I see the world
yes, we are small we-are-minuscule
yes, we are insignificant in a word
we are just a trifling 'molecule.'

A small piece of the jigsaw known as life
how many atoms; make up this universe?
If there's a thing known as an afterlife,
everything practised; could have been rehearsed.

It's been done millions of times, over
each new morn, the dew is pure & fresh
the world is full of zeal & zest, moreover
we-too-are born, each to acquiesce-

What we see, what we feel, what we sense
(Real) can we trust the wind beneath our wings?
There might be some long-lasting recompense
if sitting on a dais - I should fall off my plinth.

From a crow's eye view, I see the world
its fire knurls like a knob of butter
waiting to splutter-into-emeralds whorled
a living, breathing watercolour?