HYSTERIA
Maybe a Greek God would know the
difference between the scream and
the shout, the wail and the yell; but
not me. I sing of other things : there
an all-night bird that keeps me up,
somewhere in a tree outside the
window where I sleep. When I do.
At first, I couldn't figure it out at
all - blanched by hysteria, I figured,
afraid of the night? Alone and cold
hiding out in some large fir tree.
Is that shelter? What do birds think?
And what do they do all night?
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