Rob Schackne #585 - "There's no reason for this"

There's no reason for this
to know why the cockatoos
have steamed into nearby trees
their screeching lawlessness
I don't know why it's so loud
in my room I turn on Fauré
push around a poem or two
no idea what they're saying
the end of high branches
an open window listens
the darkness comes
a microwave goes ding