Hi, little bird,
     perched high on a wire,

Where are your friends,
     with whom you’d conspire?

I feel not-so-alone,
     as you watch me watch you,

And the hours that pass,
     make me believe that it's true:

He knows all our needs,
     when we look, He provides.

And His presence may be found,
     in a simple, winged disguise.