we don't change all that much.

Feather floating on the breeze
nests are just the thing for trees
every year, this is the style
think, "this will go on awhile"

Sparrow brown and small and meek
searching earth for what you seek
worms to feed your hatchling babes
open air, not hidden caves

feather falling on my brain
what's the use of summer rain
every year, with newfound guile,
think, "I'll walk a faster mile"

Pigeon gray and somewhat loud
stay aloft to please your crowd
worms to feed your hatching babes
open air or hidden caves

feather flying on the blue
you know me and I know you
every year this is our jam:
"I am still the way I am"

-XOXO,