Warble At My Wing

Photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash

I’ve always been a bird
That was in want of flock,
And to roost in an aviary
With a song in my chest.

I’ve had a gaggle or two
That strutted beside me,
But finding like feathers
Never came so quickly.

When I am in this nest,
I feel the down of friends.
The pecking and the nuzzling
Of those that chirp like me.

If you will warble at my wing,
Then my feather follows yours.
If you will let me sing with you,
Then this nest we have is ours.