Feathery Home

Everyday I venture out and feed the birds
and in exchange they bring me gifts
I see them fly and they see me grow
year by year as I drop crumbs and nuggets

I am a little clowns that drops things
willing to share my food with bird or beast
And in turn I am fed and raised by them
Nature my teacher and playground

At home with my feathery friends
I go inside some pile of rocks and wood
to go to sleep; yet, rush outside in the morning
to spend my day with all my feathery friends