Sep 28, 2006
below the ground
Conversations of whistles and chirps
Flips of wing tip fights for seeds & ground
All the while sun going down
below the ground,
below the ground
Shades of sunsets impending night
speed conversing and prepared fights
One more word to squeak and sing
From beak I shout I’m here & say
Away,
Stay
The wind has turned to northern places
Prepare for journey, sleep or fight
Get fat and eat the ripened sweet
And store the meat of winters needs
And as we do we talk of sights
places,
times gone by
Wether feet of hoof or wing
you have it helps to pass the time
All the while sun goes down
below the ground,
below the ground
Through spectrums of fires pedals down
yellow, orange to red then bed
All the while life goes down
below the ground,
below the ground
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