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.
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