Everything says this is what you like.
Inside and out, and every attribute.
All the unique seeds that you seek.
Here wrapped in one.
You come by, and stay for a moment
on the fence. Just out of reach, you stare.
I peak your interest, but then you fly away.
You have a nest to tend to.
Be careful in the forest.
You may be the prey.
At times, I am surrounded by
many songs, and unsought showoffs.
They can be pleasant, and a chore...
they rely on me for comfort.
I may appear to be
hanging by a string.
Yet, if you study closely,
I am anchored, grounded.
I have time to wait, after all.