You're a night owl,
And I'm an early bird,
But we meet in the barn at two.
You love me,
And I love you.
Birds of a certain feather,
Fowl that come together
To smile and flock and flutter,
To nibble the seeds that fell from the bales of hay,
And say, "Life is good,
And Love is food, too,
As far as the world allows
Between barn owls
And barn swallows
Who, at least, have something warm in common,
Even if it's only the barn part.

-jenn