A Partridge Song

I’ll fly low and keep my home close to where the rudders row
I’ve watched flowers grow and flowers die in the same place
And the dawn comes loud and brazen
And then some waiting for a night spent in rhyme, chasing time
I shine each time a wing hits the moon and too soon, the Earth moves again
And the dawn comes loud and brazen
And the narcissist blooms with love and truth
That shadowy fear burns near to you and what it moves you to do
All this slime in my wings and the straw in my beak I gather to build a place to sleep
With love that I keep, keep in my body and my thoughts with you