Poetry is not my forte, okay?

But here. Be forewarned, it's old and shitty, but whatever, I did nothing today because I was semi-sick and tired, so I have nothing else to post.

The intricacies of birds in spring
An innocent, pure and wholesome thing
Every day they visit me
And always take me under wing.

A sheltered life is hard to lead
They opened the cage to set me free
I crawled out and embraced the light
But needy night won't let me be.

Now in my mind the birds take flight
To flee the bloodlust of the night
Though I try to pull away,
This taunting greed I cannot fight.

The birds have fled and ceased to sing
They've left me crowned reluctant king
Alone on this throne I wond'rously think
Of the intricacies of birds in spring.