Waxwings -

The sun on the maples is like an indelible stain

Happy red pinevarmints must be raising Cain

And here out west the blazes sketch a frightful domain

Maybe them waxwings will come back again

From a lonely burnt out shanty in the morning I can tell

The fog is lifting off the chapparal

Where the solitary lion and the toyon dwell

Those Channel Islands cast a haunting spell

Like a winter’s freeze or a vernal breeze that blows forever more

Friends and neighbors always at the door

And just like sandy shorelines that vanish in the storm

They don’t come around here anymore

Now, the annual migrations are as solid as your word

Too many promises becomes absurd

But my faith may be forever shattered if not for

Just one more visit from that spectacled bird

Like a winter’s freeze or a vernal breeze that blows forever more

Friends and neighbors always at the door

And just like sandy shorelines that vanish in the storm

They don’t come around here anymore

They don’t come around here anymore

They don’t come around here anymore

They don’t come around here anymore

They don’t come around here anymore

They don’t come around here anymore

They don’t come around here anymore