Shooting birds from the window Watch as they scatter And dance their way To some far off distance There is something satisfying in it Even when it's distasteful -Kel Dayheart
Just Winging It
Ruffled a few feathers Just because I could Now I'm flying the coop Before I'm clipped I'm goin' south -Kel Dayheart
Flock Together
Mourning dove lost in the hearth Died warmly in another's arms
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