Birdies Poem by frosted fire

Walking on the woody ground
Saw the middle dark colours that hung around
They floated above us waving thru the blades
Me and my blue coat, heard grandma in a rage

oh my boy, don't run to far away

and then I heard the black birds panting
in a V-formation ahead and chanting
the orchestral keys in my head rang unnnoticed
Suddenly everything was blurry, I couldn’t focus

oh birdies, look at the birdies ma'

and everything was shining
and everyone was happy
and everything was fancy
and everyone was pretty

ooh birdies it was wonderful