Feathering the Nest

Feathering the nest

Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies

Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees

Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up

Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down

While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature

Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song

Hear some babies chirping
Waiting for some dinner

Picks up what they’re saying
Feeling Dr Doolittle

Glorious in the sky
Wings spread at attention

Bird flys into the sun
Lose her in the glare

Picks up something for the goslings
There has to be a God
To put so much beauty down