Birds

It’s tempting to capture the sound
of hedgerow birds in early May
but you know their trilling urgency 
and anyway I’ve said enough
for you to get the gist.
 
What I’m hearing now 
if the truth be known
is the same old drone,
that eternal human moan;
fuck me, feed me, and give me
the most well feathered nest, 

you bastards.