Birds keep a weary man awake;
the lonesome drone,
the repetitive shouts,
the fowl screeches at a relentless pace,
not even the strongest mind can erase.
The tangents of the echo search deep and wide,
reverberations like the Himalayan skull.

And in all the while, the nightbird does sing,
not for merriment,
but in doubt-
of secrets it cannot hold,
and for love it cannot live without.

The Birds keep a weary man awake;

The Birds.

Ben Clark

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-keep-a-weary-man-awake/