Little bird chippers,
In the warmth of your sanctuary.
Feathers, blue and purple,
Her home your sanctuary.

The bulb on your desk,
Her, sun and the moon.
Hill, she would love to conquer,
The bed in your room.

Your house,
The galaxy.
The streets,
Her universe.
Little bird chippers,
For the food and the shelter.

The rails, her window,
Cold steel,
The warm bed.
Fedders,
A field of beetles,
water,
you forgot to fill today.

Little bird chippers,
In the warmth of your sanctuary,
Feathers, black and grey.
Her heaven your sanctuary.