The bird sits perched on the rooftops

Of houses we want to call a home

Perpetually seeking for  its existence

thick clouds today

Dad is more sick than he was last winter

Above the clouds the bird and dad and I know

There is a bright sunny sky

Seek that some say someday

When dad is not so sick we do

The bird knows to as do I and dad

That seeking stops way below the clouds

When existence is just that