And will fly the errant birds
'Til rest is as need of the wings
And solid nouns come prefixed
With a must have of desperation.
But they will, more than not,
Resume their voyage in a flash
When satisfied their instincts are
And they will start a cycle of life.
For vague is their adjectivity
In that not one set of letters can depict
The never-ending trip of one and all
Of their various random behaviors
Or the birds' lives themselves.