Not a peep out of you now <br />After the bedlam early this morning. <br />Are you begging pardon of me <br />Hidden up there among the leaves, <br />Or are your brains momentarily overtaxed? <br /> <br />You savvy a few things I don't: <br />The overlooked sunflower seed worth a holler; <br />The traffic of cats in the yard; <br />Strangers leaving the widow's house, <br />Tieless and wearing crooked grins. <br /> <br />Or have you got wind of the world's news? <br />Some new horror I haven't heard about yet? <br />Which one of you was so bold as to warn me, <br />Our sweet setup is in danger? <br /> <br />Kids are playing soldiers down the road, <br />Pointing their rifles and playing dead. <br />Little birdies, are you sneaking wary looks <br />In the thick foliage as you hear me say this?<br /><br />Charles Simic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-to-little-birdies/
