WIRE FENCE


A bunch of birds
Have descended on my homestead
Perhaps it was the night cry
Of my visitor
That consistent
Nocturnal song

And now all these different birds
From different families
Are gathered

And I have to endure
That song
That sound

And it sometimes
Wakes me up
Last time
It was competing
With classical music

And I guess
It is all worth it
To get to see them
And hear them

They help me think
I live in the
Garden of Eden