All Kinds of Birds Sing

My home was once plagued for years

by flocks of pigeons.

Pigeons don’t really “sing”—

they just emit a low, “gulu gulu” noise, 

and they leave droppings everywhere, 

making the place dirty, shabby, and

foul-smelling—unbearable.

Residents repeatedly complained 

to the authorities, 

and the pigeon-repelling efforts 

eventually worked.

Now we only occasionally

see a few flying by,

and it’s no longer a major nuisance.

But recently, I’ve noticed

some twenty parrots

moving in and staying long-term.

Their loud, ear-splitting chatter 

constantly disturbs me.

I have already lost control and

felt mad.

One evil fades, only for another

to arise—

life has non-stop nuisances

I can never avoid.

The Beatles - Blackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly

Into the light of a dark black night

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly

Into the light of a dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise