Wapun Meadow prelude in c major

The bird began to explain that not all birds migrated, and Poppy performed another odd hopping dance before curling in tightly on herself, not really wanting to leave the bird, but also not entirely wanting to remain here much longer. "hmm," She offered contemplatively, asking a beat later, "only meat-birds, like you, stay here?" She supposed it did make sense that they stayed, and the songbirds flew south as their seeds and greenery were covered by snow and ice.