A bird
Stands by a lamp
It waits for the bus in the rain
It plays a game
From underneath its umbrella
And then it yawns
Nefarious thoughts in its head
When it gets home
Its keys will go on the nightstand
It will shower
Cleansing its feathers with shampoo
And in its head
Thoughts collide with reality
Fly away bird
Cause us no trouble on this night