Faint

The birds know not of the adage
Seek and you shall...
Calling out each other
Faintly from the distance
Indefatigably 
Singing three high-pitched notes of its purpose

Within the world, unaware of this
Momentous struggle
One of daily millions

Maybe forgotten before it can even be understood
All happening at once
Each of bellowing importance
But only to each other
Never mind the universe

An hour in and either gives up
Hopefully swimming against 
The inevitable
Gravity of
Streaming down tragedy

And then the chirping stops
Did they give up?
Did they find each other
I’d like to be an optimist
But there’s just not enough
Evidence to suggest
As even the purest amongst the truest

Their song was like