i was a bird when you found me & a bird when you left
no one told me the direction to fly
& i have been across the country
& my wings are tired & weak & often i only want to find somewhere warm & dry to sleep
as if i were only a piece of your scenery
one you do not take in as you are on your way to work
but one you would miss if i disappeared
stopped singing
escaped for the season
but this winter i am planning on sticking around
because for once i have built a home