arriving at work early

what tales they told we have not ever heard
the silent fowl that in the mornings fly
across the grass avoiding heights of sky
each one a worm-seeking hungry early bird
not any noise not even a chirrup slurred
these creatures flit past the observing eye
at least they're honest their actions don't lie
but what we want is a confirming word
in quiet morning dark while many sleep
life seeks out life in order just to feed
a story's here one that's been often told
and yet we know a fact that will not keep
what drives these beings isn't simple need
and their desire can't just be bought or sold