Ode to all the birds that perch on our branch,

It's picking up; they all sung the same pitch

Next the trees, and the animals in the ranch

Not one note was off, they swank the blues.

Boitchy

Forty days and forty nights.
Like a ship out on the sea.
Prayin' for her each night.
That she'd come back-a home to me.
Life is love and love is right.
I hope she come back home tonight.

Muddy Waters Forty Days and Forty Nights

A sea-hawk chucked down the skull as he flew,

And the Captain stared pale on his spilled brew

Grincho

Nice mood, not easy to have these day of sad thrive.

The birds sat on a branch and swank the blues

All well lined up chirping in a very good mood

Foggy

Whatever birds they might be

They sing high notes, perched on a bodhi tree

The trees are there to stay forever...

In age of time, no magical tale will sever...

 Tittah

Some of the plumed wildlife live safe

Up in strong branches and tiny twigs

Looking down if we may see them waif

A breeze rustles within the tree's sprigs. 

Sand Grain

You must love the mid-sea blues,

When seen on cold morning hues

 Amelie

Every small breeze crafts the window's dew.

You can't see all clear if you try to look through

Wunderlost