Morwen Thomas

Guardians in Black

I am always fascinated by how low the birds fly considering the danger of the busy city down here on the ground. For birds, there are lingering threats like the tall trucks, with their diesel engines roaring and cherry pickers stretching as high into the sky as the pigeons that fly over-head, spreading and constricting in perfect sync, avoiding the imminent peril of splatting into the machinery. If I were a bird, I would much rather stay in the middle of the city in the safety of the trees in Central Park. Certainly, those trees have stood there and lived through more days than everyone currently hustling about in New York City. But maybe they like the chaos. Either way, they give me something to watch on my way to work at the plant.