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