Memory Birds

They are many and varied, Some are cute and tarried. Some are very much fond And often do they haunt As single, and in band With many a verse to chant. By nature are they sweet , Some do stink, some cheat. In brainy branches dwell, Wake up when we smell Blooms, bread and kernel, Or when does toll a knell. With gentle rosy beak Do some make us weak As soul’s turf gets bled Of past pain and dread. Beyond science they cure And make one live so pure, Facing fights of life sure For ages free from fear. When winter comes closer Do they migrate farther, But not the endless miles Ever do fade their smiles. In shape and force the same Should one keep his name, Both in shame and fame Must fly in delight’s claim.