Boatswain

to my zebra finch

Six screaming birds
prison barred tails
slamming into perches
dive bombing bins

Strutting, puffed up,
he sings a single song
all day, all day, all day
for ten years unceasing

You stop hearing it
eventually;

a little like marriage

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