i perch high in the trees,
yet i never take flight.
beneath my soft feathers,
i hide gold flecks so bright.
i sleep through the summer,
when, for me, there's no light.
but in the dark winter,
spread my wings with delight.
local queer disaster pack of critters | ΘΔ &
mid 20s
i perch high in the trees,
yet i never take flight.
beneath my soft feathers,
i hide gold flecks so bright.
i sleep through the summer,
when, for me, there's no light.
but in the dark winter,
spread my wings with delight.