wild birds littering the tree
in a calamity a language
only they might understand
as I slumber in cool grey calm
perplexed as to why this oak
is it a special meeting place
and poof they vanish away
like workers once on break
what a little mystery to me
these fine feathered babies
content with their brief stay
come back again I think
in a twangy Texas accent
thankful for their song
in a calamity a language
only they might understand
as I slumber in cool grey calm
perplexed as to why this oak
is it a special meeting place
and poof they vanish away
like workers once on break
what a little mystery to me
these fine feathered babies
content with their brief stay
come back again I think
in a twangy Texas accent
thankful for their song
