Birds of a feather

Birds we are and fly is our bid

You are my dart I am your mid

I am your smart you are my lid

You are my chart I am your grid.

Birds we are and fly is our breed

You are my spear I am your feed

I am your fear you are my mead

You are my deer I am your bleed.

Birds we are and to fly is our cache

You are my channel I am your clash

I am your funnel you are my flesh

You are my runner_ I am your dash.

Birds of a feather can fly or die, can love or hide

Shall we bite time, or shall I become_ Thy bride?...