Ankyra Sound bird food

He stirs from his sleep with sluggish repose -
a pastime, of sorts, as his small body grows.
He turns once again to return to his slumber
when he catches a glimpse of fur of burnt umber.
What strangeness encircles the air of this one
so different from him! And his interest is won
By the hunger that tingles like heat from the sun.
He slinks up beside her to survey the fun -
- but watching's so boring. "Go run, go run!"