A Poem Not against Songbirds
Lighten up, songbirds. Give me a break.
No need to carry on this way,
even if it is morning. I need more sleep.
Where were you keeping yourselves when I was thirty?
When the house stayed dark and quiet all day,
as if someone had died?
And this same somebody, or somebody else,
cooked a huge, morose meal for the survivors.
A meal that lasted ten years.
Go on, sweethearts. Come back in an hour,
my friends. Then I'll be awake.
You'll see. This time I can promise.