The Bird Song

Lovely, beautiful creatures. Highly creative at building nests.

As graceful as dancers,

As beautiful as sunsets,

As creative as artists,

Nests as amazing as can be.

Twisting twigs,

Weaving sticks,

Finding leaves to make a home,

Sounds like an elegant song from the 1970s.

Birds smell like sticks, leaves, and bugs,

They taste like a fresh fruit platter,

They feel like fluffy pompoms,

They look like angels in disguise.

I ask, “How do I find the way?”

The parrot says, “There is no way, but there is a path to freedom.”

Lovely, beautiful creatures. Highly creative at building nests.