Backyard Beasts

I listen to birds

beyond my window,

and I

feel small

and unfinished,

a songless feature

no longer heard

when my curtains

move against wind.

Nightly battles

between me and every

creature in my backyard.

I hear them whisper

bug obscenities

while frolicking beneath

moonlight.

I think they mock me,

or maybe they enjoy

the nature of my insomnia

a bit too much.