Sanctuary I twig, is a brick, is a home to a canary Foundation found in the mother of the bricks Neighborhood gossip, chirps and clicks. And the mileage, Flying highways horizons Followed by frigid winds, they migrate. And man, Stomping Furious and curious comes cutting down with chain and sound Foundations of, profound consistency. Bird song... Chirping blue in the melting landscape, Prevalent wingspan Feathers fall into shadows travels.