Feathers on the inside to keep you warm

Wings let you gently fly above the storm

Little ones wait for you in the nest

River water up to stocky knees

Spanish moss hangs low from the trees

But you think A fish in your beak would be nice

You and I are about the same

Look each other in the eye, I say your name

Do you seem to understand me?

Crows listen when I speak

little trinkets, little treats

Maybe that's how were different.

Pretty tweets and pretty chirps

pretty evils, pretty hurts

vultures roam everywhere, waiting.