Veery Thrush wings flutter on my window

Singing a song of rebirth and grace

Singing to my sleeping soul

Their voices danced with such ease

I sing along and brush my hair with please

Next morning awaits and the voices I greet

The Veery Thrush wings flutter and speak

Singing a song of rebirth and grace

Singing to my sleeping soul

The song of warmth and a new beginning

I fell in love with their wings without resisting

Veery Thrush wings flutter on death

Singing a song short of their breath

Singing to my exhausted soul

The song of dead dirt and soil

And now that song makes my blood boil

The mother of my mother flutter in heaven

She sang a song of life and creation

She sang a song of beauty and poise

The song that my mother sang to me

The passing of the song came to be

Next morning awaits and clouds I greet

Wings did not flutter for me to meet

So I sang a song of rebirth and grace

Sang a song of warmth

Sang to my sleeping Grandma’s soul

May she rest in those wings

And be spoiled with gold

Veery Thrush wings flutter on my window