Auspicious is an intriguing word
Augurs were priests reading birds
From this they predicted
To guide the afflicted
From what they had seen and had heard.
It seems that we humans desire
Advice about what events are in store.
Yet the future is fiction
Impossible , man’s prediction.
And an augur may well be a liar
A butterfly’s wing shook the world.
As amongst the new blossoms it whirled.
Scientist’s assumptions
May well be presumptions.
For the future will newly unfurl.
How my heart sings 