You wait on the outskirts to move in
Flitting back and forth in nervous rythym
Trying to find a way to your hidden 
Destination in a beam high up, out of 
Reach, blending into the scene, using
A form given, adapting, changing to the
Invasion of your world, hoping to live in
A tentative harmony forced by a building
At comfort with the world that has become
Not needing to change it back, can we 
Adapt, allow the edge of you to come 
And join us, even though you make a 
Mess, do we dare allow you in to make
Your home or do we wish you stay on 
The wing, in the air never resting, no peace