The Alpine Winged Pika

Oh, Pika, Oh Pika! Hark, little friend Your adorable cuteness Simply has no end You scamper out of a crack In a giant granite boulder And no matter how old you get You never look older And yet, I know you are sage A wise little critter Do the harsh alpine conditions Ever make you feel bitter? Or are you simply at home All snug in your bed While snow falls above And flakes land on your head? Alas, oh pika! I long to be like you Resilient but present You know what is true Which is why you have wings Even though not all can see For these wings are translucent Even to me But if you look very closely Into a heart that is pure You will see a hint of a sparkle And a smile demure For the pika knows a thing As it basks in the alpenglow That they don't need to worry About the things they don't know Because as they sit on their perch Up in the alpine They know a thing to be true That this moment is fine And as they glance around the cosmos At all that exists They know in their h