Birds

the early bird catches the worm
the early bird catches the warm
birds are the first migrants 
a little bird once told me
bird dogs are not the real tyrants
no one leaves without a reason
birds are pushed by a season
a cold wind or a harsh storm
no one finds this to be a treason 
now migrants come into season
birds and wind are forever gone
rebirth and rewind and still alone
killing two birds with one stone