do you remember when
you were a Robin
and I was a wren
we hadn't a care
for the mess we were in
and I'd chase you around
swooping left
twirling right
as we'd dart through the sky
in the dead of the night
we'd navigate by the shapes in the stars
searching up and down
for a place to call ours
so we gathered some things
to build as a home
pecked away with our beaks
to carve our names in the stone
©thadeus
T