At my old residence on Chehalem St., I loved to watch little bird friends as they flitted about the park and the telephone wires. I wrote themes for them, a sort of musical snapshot into their lives.
A quick little bird cannot keep still. Darting here then there, he always has to be on the move. He chatters to the rest of the flock "Let's go, Let's fly, such great adventures await." With no reply, he states, "Then I'm gone." and jets off.