Birds

I woke up today 

But it felt like I was still dreaming. 

I saw the birds on the old tree

Singing their songs from years ago, And eating the bird seed. 

I saw one of them sitting alone

He was silent, not singing a song. 

He sat there instead. Weeping. 

But the other birds didn’t hear. 

I was the bird, you were the song. 

I woke up the next day

And the birds weren’t there. 

So why can I still hear their songs?

-K