To home with love

The songbird's mate was chosen well
To guard the nest in which they dwell
The birdlings call with tiny tweets
Receiving love and gifts and many sweets
As the songbird must travel, must spread his wings
And regale the masses as he sings
His job is such that he cannot stay
But he carries his home while he's away
Within his heart he's learned the tune
That rare refrain that only he can croon
It speaks to love and fidelity
Despite his whirlwind reality
But carry it well he does and must
As his happy home he leaves in trust

Kaake

From the high-up perch, surveying the sound
Eyes that bore right through the ground
A jet-black stare that pierces the core
A feigning laugh, what a bleeding bore
The joke's on you mister, can't you see?
I've got wings - so much better to flee
As you stumble and bump around
I'll catch the wind - I'll never be bound!
Only the one who circles higher
Will I allow to call me liar
Until that day, you turn your head
And remember well, what I've just said