No one reads this anyway, right?

Tell me, tiny bird,
What do you breathe when the
Sky is covered with clouds?

Do you breathe easily and lightly,
Or does the bleakness cause your
Lungs to tighten and your throat to close?
Do you dream sweetly through the night, of fat
And juicy worms
Or do you dream of your nest falling to the ground
With your eggs
And your dreams?

When thunder claps, do you
Panic
And take flight
Or are you driven by the clouds
To stay the course?