Hard to believe
That in several short weeks
These tiny fuzz bushels
Will become ducks
And fly
And dive
And swim
Hard to believe
That these eggs that I saw
Become lively
And sometimes caw
And fly
Hard to believe
That this sun I see
Grew all these leaves
And in just a few months
They'll redden
And fly
Hard to believe
That this plane I see
Goes fast enough down a road
To rise off the ground
While making much sound
Scouring the sky
And fly
Hard to believe
This mosquito I see
Jaunts through the evening
It's final night out
To suck out some nectar
From mammals it hectors
To make more
And fly
I'm not sure I believe
The sights that I see
Are as they appear
In particular here
The skeptical stare
Of a baby on a boat
Open mouthed
Imagination primed
To see the birds
And fly
Roman Ryan 