Not Like One

vagabond beneath
verdant
parasoled
pathways
echoed
chirruping
chorus
exults
from high
lookee me lookee me
and I look
but don’t see
and they call
lookee me lookee me
obviously
talking to me
lookee me lookee me
what urgency
and I can hear
what they need
of me
so tackled tree
branches and bark
painful sharp
lookee me lookee me
climb climb
still the call
through foliole
and parting bract
what I see what I see
branch upon branch
people
like me like me
and I sit and I set
and exult from on high
lookee me lookee me