Text: Jose Gonzalez. The Nest.

Saw them gathering sticks from the ground
By the thicket while assembling a nest

On alert for any lingering threat
Building frantically without rest

Walls grew dense and blocked out the sun
Caving in everyone

Darkness fell, wiped a once joyous tone
Then famished, like possessed ended eating their own

Saw them gathering sticks from the ground
By the thicket while assembling the nest