Birds Poem by Martin Winchester

I opened my eyes, it was dark
I think it is a forest.
I can hear birds,
Not very clearly though.
They want me to follow them,
I am not sure where.
It seems they don't like each other.
I don't have a favourite,
And they are all flying in different directions.
I think I should follow the grey one.
And I followed it, followed it till it stopped,
maybe it is tired, I am.
I should take some rest, maybe nap.