The thick glass keeps me cool
As I look at the groaning birds
Some waltz around
Looking for a nest
Others look to fly away
The master voice keeps them engaged
Birds are big
Birds are small
Their tails different shades
They carry many tales
I look for mine
With a palm so green
I can see others too with the palms on tail
Yes birds of same feather flock together
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