Your Feathered Friend

I wish I were a bird so that I could fly you may see me take wing to soar upon high Riding air currents upward I'd sail with the wind in my face and the sun at my tail Closer to heaven in hopes I may find the strength to forgive, to obtain peace of mind Or Flying low, searching below for road kill, carrion, and corpses On all of these I would feed with greed til struck with the urge and filled with the need Then across the horizon, swift wing beats lead me to perch in that tree just outside your homestead Then when you came out, taking careful aim... I'd crap it all out all over your head tweet, tweet