Antlers

little bird i invite you, build your nest
little bird, i've got branches above my head 
sway with me aimlessly, walk over mountains high 
find winter nights with me, hang in your hammock high over me and over flight and all fright to me 
pick up your hands and become reindeers or maybe a storm 
be pleasant be glassy be born 
go ahead be the bird in my horns 

come with me