I found....

....this wee fellow
in a concrete underground car park boot sale
on a Sunday morning in Edinburgh
when I'd not been to bed.

I've loved his benign bonkerness ever since.

He's supposed, I think, to be an American Bald Eagle.

Whoever designed him (for the 1984 L.A. Olympics)
must've been running on some alternate vision;
some slacker stagger through fitness and health.

What he tells me is
that the Human Race's most important activity
might be not just working,
but also sitting around, thinking and dreaming,
and generally being fond
of other folk....