I had Redbirds 

Chirping at my door,

And so I bought some birdseed

And put some out to feed them.

They came and ate for a few days,

And then the squirrels descended,

And I don't have Redbirds anymore.

I had Redbirds 

So colorful and free.

They fluttered at my window

And sang their songs to me,

And I went and fed them,

And now the squirrels have come,

And they have run my Redbirds off

And made a mess of something 

That was mystical to me

And holy.

So if you come and sing to me

And if I'm in love with you,

Don't get your feelings hurt

If I don't feed you,

For maybe I have learned that you can't feed holy things,

You just have to let them come,

Let them sing,

And leave everything else alone,

Let everything else be,

So it can remain 

Holy.

-jenn