Tweets announce your presence and plans,
Feathers float down,
raining on my crown,
just missing my steaming cup of life blood.
I have no qualms to be held.
I have befriended so many like you, before.
I can befriend you, too.
I can imagine your songs being
a pleasant greeting,
or soft solace at the break of day.
We can make a deal.
You can stake your claim.
Fly fast and devour the pests.
Your entourage of feet,
pitter atop my tin roof.
With beaks dropping hay and hair,
you’re building your home in mine.
I don’t mind.
Dawning Creations 
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