There Are Too Many Birds

Ravens on the lawn
Gather in the yard
You lived in the yard with the canted arm
And the funny thing:
You made a mess and they made a home

Birds are in the sleeves making modern motifs
Birds are little words coming through your teeth
And broken wings
They'll make a mess, and I'll make them home

Sun's always sunny when my baby's gone
But lately just boils when you leave

You leave here when it's cold
So here is not a home
If it's the same thing back and forth
It's just a palindrome
Such and odd thing to do
Coo-coo coo-coo

Sun's always sunny when the baby's gone
But lately just boils when you leave