Strange little bird,
fluttering neither here nor there,
never living, never flocking,
even if we ever might so dare.
Sitting, cooing, drooling,
thinking its the world he’s fooling.
The Waking Den
A Home to Creativity.
Strange little bird,
fluttering neither here nor there,
never living, never flocking,
even if we ever might so dare.
Sitting, cooing, drooling,
thinking its the world he’s fooling.
The Waking Den 
A lovely poem, a strange little bird in fact.yet , many mortals are like that.