birds of a feather...flock together

in the tree behind
three birds of some kind
they watched me inquisitively
the bobbing of their heads analytically.
i had no fine feathers to show
except in my nakedness glow
and tried to match up to their prettiness
and in simply being me, to their loveliness.
i then heard them chirping merrily
as if each one saying something contrary
the discussion being why she be so bare
should we our feathers share.
i thought i picked up on the conversation
and thus twirled round in elation
alas my sudden movement did frighten them away
i just wanted to ask for a pair of wings my flightlessness to allay.

RB.