Well
The little birds are frozen to the wire,
They are getting harder by the hour.
Three plump pigeons
All in a row.
Birdsicles now,
And covered in snow.
They listened to Cohen,
They even sang along,
“Like a bird on a wire”
They embraced Leonard’s song.
Leonard tried
In his way
To be free.
And so
Did these three.
And
– All things considered –
They
Got their wish.
But, I’d rather be
A drunk
In
A midnight choir,
If only to
Hum along
With their song.
~ DE BA. UE
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