Busy bird I can hear the beat of your wing
Off canyon wall in the hollow of the stream
And those rattles in your throat you say or sing
Said or sung as you seek supper it would seem
Whatever you sing or say other birds know
Or seem to know what you seem to be saying
And I think I understand you even though
This might be further than I should be straying
To say that you sound optimistic about
Your lot in life uncomplicated by doubt
Because of medical expenses associated with my recent mental breakdown and subsequent hospitalization, I can no longer afford to be here at AuthorsDen as I am.
If anyone could sponsor me I would be everlastingly grateful.