Tonight the birds chirp adamantly,
But it doesn't bother me
Because I don't know what they're saying.
They may be telling all their woes,
The pain of death,
The throes of egg laying,
But I don't understand the language that they speak.

All I hear is their rhythm in the night,
A tonic overlay, that runs counter melody
To an easy track the crickets laid down.
A big bass drums along.
I'm not sure, but that might be
My own heart beating.

I can only see five stars tonight,
But I know there are seven sisters,
And the Pleiades wonder
Where the others have gone,
While the night birds chirp on and on
About nothing.

-jenn