I know not the names with which
Man has burdened each raucous creature
But they, in aggregate, are Loud.

They surround my house
Bellowing day and night
Each with its distinct cry
Each cry a sonata of many movements

Nothing written will capture
Their furious insistence.

On what do they insist?
Look at me?
Stay out of my tree?
Let's make an egg?

They have carried on for several weeks
With no subsidence implied
But I think I now know
What they are telling us:

Tear down all these houses and get out of my space!

It's the only interpretation
One may reasonably make.

07/13/1999

Posted on 01/03/2002
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