The swallows swoop and swerve
In a Drunkard's Flight
As they sweep the skies
of flies.

The microlights hum along
Live, straight lines
And sweep the blue
of silence.

The wagtails bob and weave
In a Drunkard's Walk
As they search the yard
for food.

The wagons roll down
Tarmac geometry
To fill the shops
with goods.

And sheep may random graze
In fields
As they keep their
stomachs full.