Birds

They fly and they sing they chirp and they warble they own the skies above us but they also share our world down here on the ground their legs anchor and grip hop and scuttle but they don’t wear trousers or kick a ball their arms flap and glide soar and dip but they don’t wear gloves or write down lists they are not even a tiny bit like us but we both share we both trust we both love and we both accept that we are here together we both feel heat from the same sun we both get wet from the same rain and we both live and die on the same spinning sphere that we call home.