And out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw its little wings flutter
I finished his feet that gripped the branch And could have sworn them clench it
I sketched the light reflecting in his eye And could have sworn I saw his soul
So I will draw and draw and draw And one day when I turn away He'll flap his wings And fly right off the page
Some art looks so real. I swear I must be and if I wait long enough the portrait will blink or the trees will sway in the brewing storm and I will see something amazing