Spring Birds' Morning Song

Whatshurename?
Who are you?
Do we?
Do we
When I passed by the fields yesterday, spring sun warming
all, baby birds screamed from the top of the field lights,
their families perched searching -- Like birds we look
so stable on our perches (our wires), even in high
winds, our tail feathers continuously shifting
balance back and forth. In rain, we nest,
nurse and nuzzle in trees and holes.
Do we?
Do we?
Who are you?
Whatshurename?