Feasts Of Fantasia
If the night bears heavy on your wings
Your eyelids droop and hunger sings
Come perch and peck amongst the stars
That filter through our moonlit bars
Settle down amongst our feathers
Let soar away life’s dreary tethers
Come dine with us, come strut and preen
Revel in secret behind our plumaged screen
We may be caged but our fancy is free
Come feast here in…
The Aviary
Picture by Sebastian Brueckner