Last night I caught a dole of doves
robbing me of sleep with their yapping
They accused me of such terrible
things—an oppressor of birds,
a heart full of hate, a destroyer
of nests—that I grew angry and sad.
As I subdued them in my net,
I wondered if a bird has the right
to remain silent, if I can force it
to confess its crimes against me
and my kind. But I am a freedom-loving
man: I dictated what little I know of
the Constitution and soon the doves
fell quiet and still, like children awed
by 4th of July fireworks, explosions
reflecting their innocent faces.
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