Nothing ever happens

Nothing ever happens

There is a dullness to the day

Nobody waits in the wings to perform

There is no magic

Sudden cataclysm, or sword of Damocles

The hammer will not fall today

Not here, in this place

The ice in the glass does not melt

Until it does

I watch to see if it will re-freeze again

The ravens and rooks never join in play

As they really do not like each other

Not today or yesterday

I expect it is unlikely,

They will play again tomorrow

No matter how similar

A species they appear to be

To the casual observer

Nothing passes this way twice

Sometimes not at all

There is a quietness in solitude

A simple life

Perhaps there is variety in outlook

Is it a matter of coincidence

Or are Fruit bats not built

To be upstanding citizens

Of a free world

Perhaps if we all hung top-side-down

The world would be thrown into chaos

Everything turned on its head

A topsy turvy

Nervy moment of reinvention

Ask the old crows and blackbirds

If that would be such a bad thing

You just might hear them sing

A different song.