We look through the plane window

Upon a small, small world

A fragile display of creations

One push and it crumbles down 

 

Upon a small, small world

Cars move like ants beneath our feet

He drinks to forget

That he is ashamed.

Ashamed of drinking

So he can forget.

Twigs for legs
It stands
On two claws 

Beads for eyes
It looks
And then squawks

It resonates 
Through the air
Heard from miles afar

Like a roar 
It’s bloodline
That’s now eons apart