bird on the tree
catch it fast before it flees!
its feathers soft like a cloud
its body frail as petals
dear god
protect our animals

bird on the tree
we dont want to see it free
its claws as sharp as thorns
its mind in the sky
thinking why
it breathes
thinking why
it sees
and thinking why
it flies

bird on the tree
it does see
what we did
its eyes are open
and will never be closed again