I'm keeping a bird company.
it's winter
and there is cardboard in his mouth.
his feathers are fluffy.
the heating tripped on
I close the blinds
no use people seeing him
he thinks about biting my shoe
thinks twice
I wired a new mains socket
confused blue and brown.
the mains tripped.
it's not like me to be so careless
an opera singer shrieks.
two witnesses knock at my door
we look wealthy and dignified
a bat somewhere stops a ball
and it falls dead.
I'll just get my ticket.
the feathers are lying flat now
three miles away the psychics are
queuing up to pay
my bird is warming up
and I'm trippin'