Crows

Why the crows crow at 3am

Baffles me.

Do you not tire,

Perched on your wire?

Can you not sleep,

Above some other street?

Every night I wake,

You rage as if in great debate.

Bleary eyed, I lay still,

Staring at my window sill.

A drunk man wails on the curb,

Calling out to the dirty birds.

Then, the ruckus has past!

Finally, a little rest at last!

Eyes closed, inches from sleep...

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Time...to start...the week.