ODD Byrds at the end of the day

I have known so many... or a few or several........

ODD Byrd's at the end of the day that is ..........  down there at the end of the Street....

Different Byrd's they are....... each in their own  knowing......

Splashing and fluttering around in the pool of mans devices........

Make my time........

Separate us.......  With the Pulling of our mouths into the open position.....

Maybe the minds that dream......   GO BIG?

The unusual Byrd's

All know of me.......

Mine Having known them.......

Directs me............

Down a path...