Insomnia's Bird

Strange bird
of 2 a.m.
When the city sleeps
To hear y0u chirping
While the trees keep confidential
Their rustling and blowing
From inside
Is assuring
In this continual consciousness
In the hours of the borderline dead

For at six
An army will sing
From your neighboring tree
Feathers fluttering
In steel blue
Throwing shards of life
At a face
Pale and unrested