Birdsonthesnow
Havenohome
Nothingtoeat
Theyflyblind
Forawhile
Thenebackdown
Onthesnow
Thenflapback
Intoflight
Toperchonatreebranch
Thesnowdoesnotstop
Falling
Thebirdscurl
Intolittleballs
Glancingup
Onceinawhile
Atthegreyskyabove
Howsmalltheworld
Intheireyes
Sosmall
They''venowheretohide
Thesnowstill
Doesnotstop
Falling
Thebirdscanhearnothing
Aschildrenwithslingshots
Drawsilentlynear