Birds up in the rafters
Flying down from the pipes
In search of food and water
Under the bright lights
Mothers taking her baby's
For a journey ride
Teaching them the tricks
As they fly outside
They come back later
With their tummys full
Out of the suns rays
Back into the cool
They fly to their nests
Above the bright lights
To rest and sleep
Up by the pipes.
C. Vergara
06/11/2017
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