The bird outside my window
is going about her business
whatever it is      singing
is a lot of it apparently
or whatever that noise may
be called that she does with
her throat      not that
it’s bad    of course it’s
not bad I love birdsong as
much if not more than the
other people around me
now I definitely sound like
I’m lying   don’t I     I
am telling the truth though
just guiltily   sometimes
the truth is like that
packaged in a box labeled
with shame      but inside
there is only a bird
singing for who knows what