I'M With Bukowski Poem by Raymond Rivera

Hundreds of birds,
maybe even thousands,
flying in my field
of vision
behind the gym
where I work.

All of the grown up birds
fly in front of the pack
and then come the babies
who look like little specks
of black paint
flying through
the sky.

After the baby birds
come a pack of more
adult birds
to make sure
that the children
fly safely.

Having never been one
to simply watch nature
this caught me by surprise
and I couldn't help
but think,
'How beautiful.'