The world must look strange from above.
Necks outstretched,
upward with closed eyes,
gawking out, “feed me.”
Uncountable birds counting on Him counting them,
Not by number, but by name.
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BonjourPoetry 
I love your poem!!! I often think what we must look like down here running around like crazy people! I liked the picture I got from your poem. ..much more peaceful!!!!