I love birds
For they pretend not
Put a bird on the bed
It rolls back to the nest
The home of the birds
Is the nest
Not the bed
The beauty of a bed
Attracts not the bird
But the smallest nest
Is the abode of the bird
If human could be birds
He will drop the pretense
For only in realness
Shall man achieve the best
Simple but thoughtful. Keep it up Lukeman