For instance those shapes in the trees

You'll find they're just birds

Resting after a long journey

I go up with the milk

The sky hits me

I walk in this wind

To glide with them waiting

There are two

They halt to laugh

And bellow in the yard

They dig and punch

And cackle where they stand

They turn to move

Look 'round at me to grin

I turn my eyes from one and from the other to him

From the young people's room

Silence sleep tenderly

It's all not important