a song for holly golightly

a Poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. --percy shelley

when we went to the pet store to buy a bird, we wanted two

so the first wouldn't get lonely.

"not if you want her to sing you don't."

the clerk interjected.

"only reason she sings is for a companion.

you give her one and she'll have no reason to sing."

how many people i see

are singing

only because they are alone in that cage.