Ciphered Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ciphered

I enjoy watching birds,
Went to fill the feeders,
Saw them come, then fly,
Do not care for numbers,
But sort of divide them.

I feel they are ciphered,
To speak, sing me songs,
At times can decode them.

I sound like a journal reporter,
See contents in my way,
Regurgitate, for the audience!

Is correct?
Incorrect?

Diplomats in the senates,
Decide for the nations,
Send troops, peacemakers!

Are correct? Incorrect?
We are just observers!

Some of my lovely guests,
Pick a seed, the sunflower,
They, these perfect masters,
Use beaks and break them.

The scene is miraculous!

I want to cut my tongue,
Twist it like some junk,
Give power to my eyes.

Let's stop this journal,
Let's be some camera,
Let me sit and observe.

Let time pass in silence,
Observers get the best!