The birds mistake my antlers as branches of a tree.
But that is okay, as I am enjoying their company.
They flutter and they chirp, they hop and they sing.
And squawk at one another about little bird things.
While I look up to them and they look down to me,
We think to one another of the balance of harmony.
One of them just pooped on my head, oh my!
But that is okay, we all have to poop sometime.