Circles and colors
A brittle abode
Come round to my
Dwelling
In shine and in rain
My glistening feathers
Will rise not in vain
Most all that have spied me
Have laid down
For good
In layers and earth works
As best as they could
They follow my spirals
Not coming apart
They watch now
Through cloud scraps
A tide grow
A storm rise
My beak point
To never
Forever
Feed
This ever-beating
Heart.