Another Poem
The End Of Today
The end of today, the end of all stuff, sort of,
Except I still get to have too much; I get to listen to
songs on Youtube
I get to listen to so much, even considering
that I almost never spend more than a few minutes
listening to humans in person
listening to humans in person.
I do, though, listen to my dog
yowl, bark, growl.
That happens at times.
And I do, also,
listen to birds and insects
tweet.
That happens a great deal. Especially in the morning.
Okay, kids; what’s the difference?
Between the birds the the insects and the morning groaning of life
and the desultory human whinging?
Which are best to listen to?
The question cows down to
the fact that anyone could ever think that he or she might actually
be considered as someone
who would be expected
by any
To ask such questions.