Birds Don'T Care
When some hear too much
they add how they feel
down the dusty old grass path
we muddy what was real
Anxiety is one spot
Where we lay without a view
the headlights on the downer
be it seems a bit too true
Displeasure swirls as if a force
we can’t avoid its toil
Sometimes we don’t love ourselves
and the friends among the spoil
The weather seems to blow
new songs of hope and seed
we want back the crops we lost
and the gardens full of weeds
The birds don’t care one bit
about the ******** that we spew
they’ve got a nest and mate for life
and they fly away on cue
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