Silver is a currency
A dollar to sling for dollar
Fire one sky high
The value to sink oh so far

Silver or lead
They would sooner be dead
Than be full of it
And quit flying to become red

The flock has flown off
The bird stayed the nest
"They'll be back," they said
"Just like the rest"

Winter.

Still alone
Little to their being
The future grows shallow
Not much they are seeing

Perhaps the flock, the rest
For betterment
The wings flap hard to the sky
Flying higher than ever meant

Out in the sharp blue wind
Eyes spy the sharp white feather
A lead dollar for your time
A silver price piercing the weather

The birds that fly highest of all
Come down with broken wings