SHORT SONG

I have always hated birds

They’ve given me plenty of reasons

Waking me up on a hungover morning when I lived on the park

Dropping acorns on my tent like teenagers egging a house

Animals that travel alone don’t bother me so much

Chipmunks, squirrels, the neighborhood cat

They don’t make me itch the way a small team of cheerleading robins do

Today I lay in a hammock of a paradise retreat

And listened to the three-noted call of a bird I cannot name

And I can’t help but empathize, for a moment

As a person who can be utterly sick of her own personality

Three notes is a short song to sing

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