Warbirds Poem by Bree Z Love

Comrades in cohabitation
Waiting to become a nation.

Hitting hard for self-love to manifest,
life-long mutual love; at its best.

While, we sing in the fields.
We live in bandaged shields.

Harboring, territorial spaces of the true heart,
And laboring, for co-existence is the Warlike part.

Allowed too many birds to come into our inhabitat.
Squawking, tinkering the foundations; we have at state.

Let's regain our true fate,
less differences, my mate.

Allies in the sky, less not forget; we have a home.
With our names inscribed, "Lovebirds Nest"; nestled sweetly in plum.