“Go find yourself a warm place
Don’t open up to this space
It’s scorching here, barren and bare
Stay away from my cold stare
It’s dangerous here, so well, beware
I am watching you, your every move
Don’t do a thing I don’t approve
These whirling winds are my consort
I’m well informed of your every tort
I’m not a coward or of that sort”
That was for long their daily routine
To be peered and watched and boldly seen
Like kins of courage, and a broad grin
They watched their fears seated within
Admiring and learning from one another
Out of their eyries, heeding each other
