A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind

moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves

on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window

(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)

A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines

they speak loudly to one another, while

continually repositioning themselves among the trees

(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)

My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind

blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines

before settling in on the chair’s cushion

(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)

We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight

having no preordained path to instinctively follow

So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows

in search of the highest perch; and as the wind

ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down

like my cat, giving in to that long nap