When her flight clicks to a shut
Worm clutched
The chorus begins, that pronounces:
“Bring it in, in bring in!”
I am the more worthy,
I am the greater to sing
Out of this cacophony of chirrups
To me, to ME, you bring!

Survival is by numbers,
And those that sing their loudest worth;
Gain the fatter worms
Drawn out of the earth,
Arched across the sky in
A perpetual evolutionary flight,
By those who will soon outlive
Their wings.

And the young shall continue,
All a clatter clinking flutter,
Edging out into the morning light
We may capture them, if early,
In their fledgling flight,
And the earnest process again, begins.