birds? 6/21/16

thought i could hear the neighbourhood blue caps chirping this morning, and whilst they probably were, the high pitched noise i was listening to was actually the steel cry of an electric saw. there’s a lot of renovation going on. what for, i’m not sure, but the sound mix up reminded me of this one night when i was a kid. i’d just been brought home to Connecticut, by my Father, from north Jersey. i was tucked away in the back room my mother and i shared all the way at the end of the house, though i could still hear them argue. sometimes it got loud. really loud. that night was particularly loud. so, to amuse myself, i looked at my stuffed animal lamb and said, “wow, the birds are up early” and tried to whistle.